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Apr 2020
Time alone
such a rare commodity
like an ancient coin hawked
on a two-in-the-morning infomercial.

Made that impulse buy
today
grabbing minutes
from an hour booked
already holding too much

Screeching sudden turn
off road sliding down
to the narrow shore
empty waiting

for my footprints-
and my time
to fill it.
Ren Rosechild
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Ren Rosechild
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