Reflect

Time moves,

a river’s flow

whose lips

 

betray.

 

Eddies sand

from day to day

soft bone

 

beneath:

 

Time is

honing

me.

 

Estuary,

frozen water,

solo boat,

 

a teacup sea.

 

Who I have

become,

was never

 

meant:

 

a sculpture

chipped away

shrinking

 

 

a complete

some

thing.

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