fast – Suzy Blue

days

where do the days go the slippery slidey days trickling away into a river of time lost forever and here I am standing balanced on a rock mid-stream watching as all my tomorrows become yesterdays and I become old

time

time warps and bends like a runaway train it careers down the track whipping words from my lips and the breath from my lungs there is no time left for planning and shopping and Christmas is piling on top of my head and yet like a sloth it is pon-der-ous-ly i n c h iContinue reading “time”