Time In a Bottle
Seemingly floating along the bank
Where the river turns to bend
A bottle of green with cork atop
Thrust from the owner's hand
Crumbled paper brown with age
Scribbled words donned in haste
Hoping to find a permanent place
Where meaning has no end
Foam swept tides reaching up
High upon the shore-
To carry back the bottle green
And float forever more.
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