May 2015
'
Post counter's clocked
a year's worth
of daily poetry;
a century
of friends and
commentary.
How is it possible?
that even here,
in this very place,
life by numbers-
we can't hold dear.
Perhaps, as in a road trip
flying past milestones,
it's all a blur
until a window's rolled down
an apple core's thrown out:
a fleeting glimpse of
where we were.
_ __ ✒
○●
°
Post counter's clocked
a year's worth
of daily poetry;
a century
of friends and
commentary.
How is it possible?
that even here,
in this very place,
life by numbers-
we can't hold dear.
Perhaps, as in a road trip
flying past milestones,
it's all a blur
until a window's rolled down
an apple core's thrown out:
a fleeting glimpse of
where we were.
_ __ ✒
○●
°
