Wednesday, January 8, 2025

For now only

 

I dragged one shoe across the sand,

dividing both

 sea and land,

Choosing sides is what we do,

though all is lost

as we are through.

Time itself sweeps us away

leaving others here

to play.

Leaving someone else to pick

what's theirs is then

though now leaves quick.



                        zc





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