Another Now
the noise of crickets
may lead to
insanity
and then
again
their silence is deafening
like people with nothing to say
and when they speak garbage vomits up out of some
executive tidal wave
but wait ...
what is Now?
its an echo from a metal pipe going drip, drip, drip
and an occasional sonata from a refrig
er
ator
a round cone bright with
the branch edge of lacy leaves
weighed down by the light of the moon
Now is outside inside
Now Is
Now is a part of time
but which time for when is the time Now?
she asked
When its Now ...
yes, but when was that ...
Is it now or was that Then and this is Now?
drip, drip, drip
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