lindan anthony

Time's trinity
I am three
I am
I was
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morning light
filters through pristine glass
to glance upon limbs
arrayed in sculpted stillness
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A ballet of limbs and longing
eventually yielding to the strident wail of the alarm clock

Coffee scented
...

he sat quietly
nursing a beer
so far
the night had been quite queer
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Betwixt and between
all busy and besieged
banalities and beseechings
rush over strangers in my path.
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