Past Comes Slowly In (From, Dried Flowers) Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Past comes slowly in and is before you,
While the world's making ways that always are;
We are walking the streets from old to new,
Sketching up plans that should be going far.
Our life is full of drafts and whole reviews,
And with the objects to some other thoughts;
Moods of glory masks of ironic previews,
Future roads and streets into highway knots.
Life was never for slowing down or fear,
Always new in thinking there before next;
Turning around in tides and the coming year,
Absorb in and making more old and flexed.
Past thoughts like memories slowly burning,
Swirling forces merry-go-round churning.