There's a time,
a cat paw time
to walk softly
and in gait
love entirely
out of the gate
There's a time
of unbroken rhythm
when lungs blow clear
as any there-you-have-it clarinet
and all the bodies spin heavenly
like the Timer's vest pocket clock
Saturday, October 20, 2012
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