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Monday, July 4, 2011

Impatience Immunity


As I get older,
days fly off the calendar
like flocks rising off a pond.

Their sudden disappearance
startles me into a panic
of what is not yet done.

And yet, when I grow impatient
for something still to pass,
I forget how fast the future will arrive.

3 comments:

  1. Fiat LexJuly 5, 2011 at 6:18 PM

    Knead fingers, knuckle
    deep in dough; the soft surface
    gives, demands its work
    be finished. There are moments
    we touch time and can't tell it.

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  2. HK StewartJuly 6, 2011 at 6:59 PM

    Thanks, FL. I love the last line.

    H. K.

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  3. HK StewartJuly 6, 2011 at 7:00 PM

    Today's photo is another one my wife took recently.

    H. K.

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