Crooked Time

Free Verse

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I lay and let the fog lick
my lashes till
it sunk its fangs and stole
the first half of the day
cracked an arrow into sticks that lay
as thick as heels tumbling
in metronomic clicks
until —
the accidental sun
like laughter somersaulted in…
lighter than the wings
of dragonflies, spinning time
to yellow-gold
as Saharan sands,
each fleck an eon
un-begun.