Time scuttles but doesn’t slow
What more am I to do than walk around and pick up chards of friendships
Popping into lives that I once had reserved parking in;
Like a cop at a crime scene flashing his badge,
‘Your last year in one minute, please.”
Time scuttles but doesn’t slow on trips home
and it’s not just an Eastern to Central.
it’s less to do, more time to wastemore grace, less will.
Author Note: heading back from thanksgiving, i considered the friendships of high school friends i had visited for a moment's time that weekend and the activities i do on break
About the author
I live with my wife, an artist, in Indianapolis. Besides poetry, I like to take photographs, read books, travel overseas, and listen to news/political podcasts, college lectures and classic literature. You can read about my approach to poetry on my poetics page. To stay in touch, follow me on Twitter or connect on a variety of other social networks.
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