let me pencil in
to check my calendar
the date’s still open
but the time is slipping by
the rosebuds—while ye may—
still a-flyin’, and all that
I’ve got to catch the next
before the last—
the shimmering arc of time
twists, unfixed—
a rainbow trout unhinged
uncaught, gleams, gone
flash—
chased erased vanished—
time only floats away
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