Time
We jumped
No
Fell.
Into the quicksand of time
Arms straight up
Fingers with no purchase gained
On its smooth inevitability
And days and hours and minutes
And seconds
Raced, swooping deftly past
Without so much as a by your leave or an if you don’t mind
It was hard to believe
That suddenly it was summer.
Another year over.
© C Jackson 2010
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