Thursday, March 22, 2007

“Time And Tables”

I used to fit and figure out in your equation.
The acrobatics of Time being adequate
For work, chores and travel
Finessed itself
Between like dancing through a crowd of
A thousand left-footers…

Our square roots don’t measure up as before
The fractions we’ve divided are dissonant.
Love has been tipped over like
Spilled cold milk
Between the cracks of yesterdays warm muffin,
And today’s old bagel.

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