Helen B. Norton

(Atlanta, Georgia, USA)

Tempo - Poem by Helen B. Norton

Not his game.
No refrains.
A restless unremitting stream
Without Intermission
You alone may say,
If he runs away
Empty or laden;
Fragmented or fruitful
The fugitive hours
From birth to mortality

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003

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