You
As I wait for
something to happen,
an imaginary trot
to nowhere gallops
through my thoughts.
I stir my imagination
without moving
an inch. The time
tries harder to
become later than
it was, but can't.
It's as stuck on
now as I am stuck
on you.
Monday, August 20, 2012
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