Time-Runs On By-You If You'Re-Not Looking
Kites hanging on the winds the enchantment, simplicity... warning-
swirling-whooshing-about-the-humble streams-in-the Spring... time jovial, patient
offering loving thief it weeps... burnt down roses their thorns once bewailing the cherry
tree are no more... .
The gift of life, a mix of simple treasures fond memories horrors those things, indefinite… .
Of honor and-glory chivalry; precise-vermin-indistinguishable-saints, it's sad some lilies
still lay fallen dying that's why I picked them fresh each day for them all... my ex's... .
Sunday drives night-crawler hunting-glad-days-grab-bags-fishing poles-Grandpa rocking-
in-his-lowly-old-rocking-chair-moccasins-slippers in hand standing on the front porch
ready. Football games I believe are meant to be played, hardened-in the rain.
The-final score who-knows... cares... ?
I know time-runs on-by-you if you're-not looking... .
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Copyright © James Long | Year Posted 2010
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