Fragments Poem by Thomas Hooker

Fragments

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Fragments of time,
piling up in the corner,
where will they go

once hurried out
into the snow, the
wind will blow

the ice crystals around,
silently we watch,
our passage,

ready to travel,
across the timber,
advancing through the day,

waiting for a still
winters night to fall
across the starry bay.

Saturday, March 28, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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Finite expression of time
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