Thursday, March 9, 2023


Something keeps things
From not being
One solid lump,
And if not time,

Call it something
You like better,
Some term you like.
The day expands

In afternoon
Sunshine and wind
In a desert
Coffee shop, and

The baristas
Are playing, Ain’t
No Sunshine When
She’s Gone in bars

Of the bright light
Stretching cat-like
Across the floors
While you wait. You

Pay attention.
You pay. You wait.
It’s not all one.
It gets away.

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