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i bet time can be measured

by the number of poems

i have written since the last

time i saw you



i'm laying the minutes end to end

so i can travel to the sunset



i'm dividing by two and slipping

a mickey flip into your tomatoes

as the grains slip through

the hourglass figure



i'm stacking the seconds to make a spiral staircase

that surrounds a cabin in the woods

with a fire burning in the fire place and

smudges on the windows courtesy of a doe nose



with the bucket of wishes

i bring libation from the well



laughter splashing against my leg

i cling to devilious images of your smile

beneath the moments of time between