Friday, February 28, 2014

Half Open

quick before the short month ends
before memory fades vision recedes
before the next new solution arises
behold the caravan of my experience
quick while the door is still half open

already tomorrow in New York still
yesterday somewhere else reminders
that I am merely here where I was
before I am not now everything else
goes on my absent presence unnoted

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