It's been a long winter, long week

Time hurries on

I shed skin like the tide
Ebb and flow and changing my
Broken toy,
I keep the pieces in a box
With lint, fingernail clippings,

Ideas are my carbon flecked diamonds
And they jangle in here,
too –
Too afraid to come near

I am neap and nadir
I fade

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Written February, 2012.

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