Consulting
the calendar
to measure
the finite edges of days,
proper rectangular
weeks,
Lifetimes.
Using a
ruler, I measure
the distance
between
solar cycles
inside
circles spin
squared up,
and churn stuck in
corners
and lurk in boxes,
Leaving us
to use the same angles
Over
And over,
Holidays
make tangents, or triangles,
Between meaning
and moment
This second
Memory,
like haze that fills with light
remember the fog backlit
in sun, rolling
over it,
The wind,
the wave, the change,
The ends,
whites and blues
begin blending new
for someone
We one knew upon a time.
Image By OSU Special Collections & Archives : Commons (When trees and shadows make art) [No restrictions], via Wikimedia Commons.
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