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honey in swirls

March 29, 2017

investing in the moments
of trickling threads,
like little men riding
little horses
past fat pigeons
and restaurant babies
and compression of dates
swirling honey-like,
at play
in the space between
here and the mid-distance

which way will it fold,
this story,
upon itself,
that it may unfold
in due time

dining with Jack
and Donald and Walt –
am I 20 or 50
or 80?

we’re never on page one
we’re always on page one,
in the beginning, where
all the holy books commence

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