Monday, April 27, 2020


Funny how it only takes a few seconds 
to pour through a memory 
but these days seem to flow 
like river water 

Street lamps blink on
as the light starts to fade
Didn’t my ears 
just let the morning birds in?

My heart races 
as I misunderstand 
the meaning 
and misuse the function 
of time

Filling the hourly space
with efforts and plans
makes the day run away 
and a memory 
is all that is left
in its place

Saturday, April 4, 2020

Thursday, April 2, 2020