Site icon Shadowleaves on Lake Ann

Time rush

Time moves toward me
   rushes through the doors
   over the arms and back of my chair

Now turning and rushing overhead
   then finally moving through me
   I hold my breath

Not able to rain
   not able to mist
   not able to drip

Oh, these grey cloudy days
   where time slows to a mere trickle of its true self
   and I simply stand still in a daze

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