Sunday, March 19, 2017

To Do

     I always walk quickly up a hill.
     It saves time. You see, I collect time.
           Curt Leviant   Kafka's Son

I shall bury time under my  winter socks
I shall add a note--a reminder not to squander
Come, look out the window at the snow
and patterns of elongated  tree shadows
Later those phantom shapes
will  fold into the night
Tomorrow I shall walk up hills


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