In Vice of Time
Like a sappy fruit
in vice of time,
a slobber root -
a top cut by a knife.
Thick drops in a pot
down slowly trickle,
hold firmly a cup,
set off a ripple.
Must hoe one's row,
time, here, I see,
for muck and your
fruits marc will be.
Copyright © Oleg Borisov | Year Posted 2010
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