For someone special

Sep 25, 2005 22:29

Too Late for the Net

I count down the minutes
carving Talley marks in my skin
as the clock hand moves.
But when we’re together
the minutes flutter away
like doves released from
their cage
at a magic show.
We are the magician,
standing in awe
as they escape,
and know it’s too late
to go get the net.
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