it Is Time
I’ll wait, but not too long
before the flame burns out an inch before the fuse.
You can wait, but not too long
before the veins pull back,
and the sap turns sticky on the limb.
Don’t wait too long, there is a cutoff date
for dreams if not for dreaming.
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| Summer Evening Crossing Park Avenue, New York City |
Comments
powerful poem ;-)