I take these pictures on the run
snapshots of a life eluding me
no matter how hard I try
to catch up to it
my eye envisioning the present
blinking like camera clicks
preserving each shot
in my memory
by the time I reserve a moment
to rewind and fast forward
I marvel at the enigmatic
nature of the chase
november two thousand twenty-four
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where do we go
once time stands still
like a flamingo preening
in shallow water
lost in endless thought
behold the eternal flame
trapped inside a frozen cave
indistinguishable from time
secluded like a dream
if only you could find
the formulaic language
of putting time in a nutshell
buried in the spring
by the keeper of the stars
may two thousand twenty-four
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