No Time


(Aren’t we always thinking about time?

It should be the most popular award presentation

each year?)

Trees know no time . . .

clouds .  . .

the sky,

the flag flapping in the wind . . .

they have no care,

no need for time.

Yesterday knows no time,

tomorrow doesn’t exist

and now . . .

there is no time,

only this moment—

this dramatic instance

that my pen crosses the “t.”

No time has only one response . . .



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