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in the flash

April 4, 2016

here comes tomorrow
at a shambling amble,
at a sprightly gait

if you squint and turn your head
you can, by observation,
change its pace

tomorrow is sending up
sky-coloured flares
tomorrow is sketching maps
in invisible ink
tomorrow is posing for photographs
and then disappearing
in the flash

 

tomorrow skips ahead
of the application of light,
and tomorrow has no corners

 

tomorrow is unscheduled,
and never on time,
massaging the back of the future
and coaxing us, coaxing us,
with curling finger,
towards

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