Pauses
Time is a garden
in which memories
grow until they've
become large enough
to be afterthoughts
dressed in pink.
My cousin is
the gardener.
Like most gardeners,
he is unreliable.
He allows time
to bribe him
with brief pauses
that never end.
Tuesday, November 6, 2012
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