Tuesday, June 17, 2014

Two Hours

this morning is as far away as
England in the twenties numb
from war brilliantly smart

yesterday has vanished entirely
like cave men's memories of
time before the internet

I don't want to look backward
glances suffice to remind me
of all I didn't know

nothing to regret if it doesn't
exist like a movie or moment
two hours and it's over

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