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Issue 30, July 31, 2017
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Morning with Time

  



Time was up before me
as usual.
 
“Good morning, Time,” I say.
“You were in my dream again.”
 
Time rushes by me, dashing as always
in that classic old second-hand suit.
 
“Slow down,” I half-heartedly plead,
(as if Time would ever pause for a dream).
 
I go on telling Time (for what it’s worth)
about a world where all the clocks slowed down…
 
“In the dream, Time, you were relaxed, generous and kind.
I traveled, studied French, satisfied every aching desire.
 
Time laughs in deep, rhythmic chimes
then looks wearily at me and sighs.
 
We walk in awkward silence    
to the kitchen.
                                                                                      
The table’s a mess of unfinished poems,
travel brochures and unchecked lists.
 
“Coffee?” I ask Time,
taking down a second cup.
 
“No,” Time replies.
                       “Je cours.

And what does that mean?I ask,
with an exasperated sigh.
                                                               
Time says,
          “I’m running out.
    
   -Linda Eve Diamond