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Time Won’t Tell, a poem

Time Won’t Tell, a poem
Not frozen, not thawed
Here, waits in line behind
Rushed and Hustled
Arrives
In time
     I would say
On schedule

Settles in for tea
     with Contented 
     no, Complacent
     and Now
     ~~~
In no time
It’s time enough
And Here unleashes an unruly
     hissy fit
Truly, transformatively,
     spits the dummy

Devours your guests in a hurry of teeth and limbs
Then melts to couch and cushion

Leaving only tea leaves
     ~~~
     An open door
     ~~~
     A motley queue
Longing, Reminiscence and their friend
Regret
     ~~~
What’s there to do
but invite them for dinner

Hoping they have other plans
But knowing
     you’d rather not
     eat alone


										
					
				

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