An Almost Made Up Mind Poem by James McLain

Each time you came back.
Knowing each was just one fondness.
You easily twisted it against my heart.
As if it's some piece
of tight hemp rope that holds your boat
apart safely off, from the bank.
Down at the moving river.
Time continues to move past me.
Perhaps I was thinking why each time
it takes a few minutes longer.
Leading up quickly too this moment.
Soon I will fetch each hour and not unlike
the minutes perspiration is but rain.
Counting drops as if there seconds.



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