This Hour

Vintage Words


This hour as a hand

reaches into your

unfettered imagination

and twists free several

items: the time to write

down a rip tide, ride

an opinion, open a can

of goodbyes.


This hour as a finger

points accusingly at past

indiscretions, too loud

declarations of unspoken

queries, a rash of no

mental diseases.


This hour as a mind laser

shows the way to the future

without the normal hoopla,

losses along the way, every

artificial key to awful designs,

places visited and forgotten.

This hour filters like a sieve,

leaves the best music and eye

receptive to wonder. It lets fall

the had to do inside a fine silt

of should have dones.







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