I'd be a present, instead.

Ivy-minded, dream-ridden

nowness.

 

A vessel for life; like a swirl

of toilet water when flushed.

A transformation. 

 

A swirl of water that reaches far and splashes all.

A mind here, and hands behind.

Short behind, for us lucky few,

of young mind and short time.

 

Time that lets you

fleet and forget.

 

And begin anew. 

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December 2018

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