Something Syrupy

Posted: February 2, 2003 in Poetry
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Something syrupy this way comes.
The metamorphosis of calendar squares
Into real minutes around the corner,
To be spent leaping from moment to moment,
Fluttering promises settling to the paste
Of your memory of what happened.
Wish for the future, resigned to the past
Action to the fore for present tense.

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