Time3

poem by: E.J. Waling
Written on Nov 02, 2021 

Time
Flying by.
Enveloped.
Enveloped
in its
content.
Like a
wind
blowing.
Textured
medium.
Content.
Time,
full of
content.
Observers
on a train
speeding
along.
A trip
once begun
plays itself
out.
Twist and
turns.
Active
participation.
River of
time.
Buffeted,
pummeled
along
the way.
Flotsam
and
jetsam
bobbing
and spinning
in its rapid.
Finally
exhausted
dumped
in disarray.

 

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