I once met
a girl in the city
We sat in the park
for hours
and discussed Lao-tzu.
A tree, like a
leafy sun dial
marked the
passing
into
evening,
we had to say
goodbye.
Time is indeed
elastic,
our was time
was a
passing second,
now the pages of
Lao-tzu are
yellowed,
and i am growing old.
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A refined poetic imagination, James C. You may like to read my poem, Love And Lust. Thank you.