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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