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16 summers

Posted to Action Poetry

a long way?
a short way?
its not the way
it works

time is a measure of
whatever we measure
if its coffee spoons
or good feelings
or pats on the back
or endless conversations
or wanting to disappear
for good

how can we accumulate
days? i want to credit them
to my account
yet i know the interest
makes no cents

see how banal
accounting can be to me?

i be see,
i be as old as the hills
i also be young
as young and curious as
9 year old me will allow
which is a far greater deal
than when i was 8

(never learned how to shut
up except when i needed to talk)
never could remember my p-s and q-s
can you?

Happy pisces to you