Time Out
One would think by now
speaking of Time
that all ticks of rhythm
pulses of rhyme
prose one knows
and those
newly sought
should all
have been found
and if not
skillfully wrought;
and yet,
the war continues:
young poets
take my pen!
Though time again
this time wins out--
let not my loss
be the final bout….
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