Sunday, September 15, 2019

#9--Poem for a Sunday




prepositional phase

where you are right now
between away and to

is not where i am
among the leaves dancing
down along the  hallways
beside and amidst the parted grass

there will never be an after
without the before that came before
no here no there
no way around about or through
without me, without you

the perhaps of you and I
has been overtaken by the now

why doesnt even enter into it
and that will have to wait for spring

JT

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