Poetry · Writing

selling time:

chasing night and day

like a dog on the freeway

not after a bone

looking for something i found and not ready to give up

the time has not come

just a chase;

worth every drip of sweat

blisters and speed bump-

for when i catch you

time moves at a reverse pace

your hand pushes the clock backwards

and moves mine forward

towards her on the tip of her chin

lip breaches her timid skin

surprised i caught her

but the chase only made time more valuable


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