She tripped over you in a
final wave of surrender.
You said
meet me where
The white cloth waves
in the air,
today's laundry.
Time's stretch limp
unworn
clock’s hands.
Future stopped in the
U.nticking
The lie in bleach is
rinsed .
Love lives in the
shadow....
Tomorrow.will be
a
concept
w.rapped in a
fantasy.
Caroline Shank
January 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025
Jan 4, 2025 at 10:50 PM UTC
She tripped over you in a
final wave of surrender.
You said
meet me where
The white cloth waves
in the air,
today's laundry.
Time's stretch limp
unworn
clock’s hands.
Future stopped in the
U.nticking
The lie in bleach is
rinsed .
Love lives in the
shadow....
Tomorrow.will be
a
concept
w.rapped in a
fantasy.
Caroline Shank
January 4, 2025
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