pondering Pablo, I stretch time
at Timothy’s on Sherbourne Street,
with you making entries in your journal
this bright April Sunday morning
the time we have slips a little each day,
each moment
trees, still bare, give hope
of new bloom, new blush,
(like a teenager learning to smile)
to gravely inform us of
this new time – reminding
us of the passage of the old!
time slips by the second
Bonaventure Saptel
Jun 19, 2014
Jun 19, 2014 at 11:32 AM UTC
pondering Pablo, I stretch time
at Timothy’s on Sherbourne Street,
with you making entries in your journal
this bright April Sunday morning
the time we have slips a little each day,
each moment
trees, still bare, give hope
of new bloom, new blush,
(like a teenager learning to smile)
to gravely inform us of
this new time – reminding
us of the passage of the old!
time slips by the second
Bonaventure Saptel
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