The Time Chain

Zwischen Zwei Atem Zuge

“Between two Breaths,” you said . . .
smell Spring,
bee sound,
gentle breeze through headstones
barefoot running in grass,
jumping markers.
At last stretched out,
fingers gliding down pollen covered noses,
“Between two Breaths, you said, now is Freedom.”
Kissing,
compensates thirst.
itchy blanket,
wool n laughter.
Time crept up
enfettered us.
“Between two Breaths, you said, now is Freedom.”
Through pane,
dirty glass
grey clouds,
obscured gate twelve.
Couldn’t I have stayed.
The woman next to me
cried from Frankfurt to Fort Worth.
“Between two Breaths, you said, now is Freedom.”
Nun ist

 

(c) 1988 By David L Nelson, All Rights Reserved

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