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Sedimentary Ambitions
Many think of time as
pendulums and gears,
cycling spheres; orbiting
around, sun-ups and sun
downs;
I once painted a clown-face
for the moon, not in a mood
to tone-fully crone – my co-artist
thought me some non-romantic loon –
at the moment, seeing herself a
lush custard with a spoon –
My inclination to count only
Time's ticks and never the tocks –
do you know, grains of sand are only
Time's little rocks? Specks of what
are left of life's challenges – seconds
out of boulders; my defense for
sedimentary ambitions....
Copyright ©
Joe Dimino
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