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Time Slowing Down

 
In what might be
last days
everything is present
                                     INSTANT
                           suspended, curious
Super-blue
sky and choose
Sandia Crest, pulling moon
ant-crawl, wind-lift sun and shade
splash of semi-rain,
horn-blare highway with bus-step bike
eyes at 7-11, eyes passing aisle,
eyes on bus, eyes inside
a teal purse, hanging open
cell phone-tissue-candy,
tomorrow-list
confidence of connection, of
flattened vodka curio
trash can party-place, these
flattened objects, objects acquired, flattened
plastic, wire and sand
the great deluge of beautiful nerds
the great deluge of words and heard
the ceremony of bottle shards, glass-blanket mass
form and fuckery, postmodern plush
window-crack
dance-back doorway
doorstop webs and corner sheds--
car at corner, loud Bruno Mars
mars, mars of seven stars
This here, now,
hot-blast wind
streetlight hits
rock, trim. 

If we only had a little more time. 

Do you remember the time you
and the times we stood and
or walked, then
whispered and
touched or
turned to




-Ren Adams, 2015 

 

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