Twenty Five Hundred Pieces
Twenty five hundred pieces
twenty five hundred moments,
Some barely two minutes
others infinity disguised as an hour;
Twenty five hundred spaces
the border hasn’t been completed yet,
We are still walking, laying the outline
trying to find each perfect fit;
Broken pieces molded together
fitting the lost empty places;
Twenty five hundred seconds
each moment shifting shape,
as the puzzle spins the future.
Copyright © Melani Udaeta | Year Posted 2019
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