pocket

.

i hold nothing in my fingers but time

you laugh and say

impossible

but in your heart

you hear whispers of minutes

.

in winter

the sun is empty

i paint gold leaf onto snowbanks

and we watch

another day melt

.

yesterday i extracted

a sliver of silence from my palm

when i held it up to the light

i saw a fuzzy grey snapshot

of midnight

.

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Linking up today with the fabulous dVerse poets for Open Link Night

 


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