Before Man Time
You were my first muse,
Rustling Branches of Tree,
before ever I knew a man
before that time began
when time advances
and stands still
with fits and starts.
You were my first,
Rustling Branches,
before ever I knew
to impress a man,
and I was happier
then, before time
slowed to his rhythm.
Copyright © Barbara Cotter | Year Posted 2007
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