Gisele Vincent-Page Poet Prose Poetry

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It's time to let it go
life passed by a long
time ago.  It went by 
so slow.

I want to stay, you're not
listening to a word I say.
HEY! HEY!  it's Sunday.
It's this way at noon 
again.  I need this and I
need that;  the smallest
voice screams at me:

It's enough!  Look at you, 
with your toys and baubles.
Where are you going with
that?  Oh;  now it's a hat
with bells ringing:  cling,
clang, clat.

The cars are rolling.  I need
change.  Taking corners,
following jumping waves,
bye, bye.  Sitting, smelling,
what's a nose for?  

I can tell you know anyway;  it's
time to leave before moontime
comes.  I pray for hours before
the sun using sculptered sand;
the sun stays away rolling tides
of cars spanning the bridge till
I go astray.

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