Once More
I want
to stop time.
I want to park it on
a swing and re-arc
the same pie of sky
until I’ve had
my fill.
I don’t want
you to die.
Or me.
And I want to live all the many moments
this single one can be
again and again
until I get it
right.
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Aha! It is May and a new poem (or draft poem) occurred to me last night. I may link this to Real Toads as the poem turned out, on first write, to be exactly 55 words (and it happens to be a Flash 55 day.) Or maybe I’ll come up with another! Who knows? (Freedom from compulsion–meaning the fact that my commitment to April is over and I can write as many poems a day as I wish –or not–is its own inspiration!) Have a good weekend.
PS Pic is mine–all rights reserved.
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