What sights,
indeed,
are these,
that cause the racing clocks
to pant their minutes
in counterpoint
to a life still learning
the difference
between wretchedness and love?
{The swing goes up,
and the swing goes down,
and then goes up,
again. }
If you are on that race,
with childish yells and
up-down/mess-it-around
feelings
in the pit of your stomach …
They haven’t lowered
that coffin lid yet.
No – not yet.
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