Defining Time - Poem by Kay Francis
The braided trinity of us
rests like a silky, ebony plait
across the breast of
We reside near the place
where She kisses Father Sky
making the horizon holy
with their consummation.
We are then,
now and the future;
mists in the mind
of a poet
to define time.
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