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Wednesday, October 15, 2014

holding time

i never to a dying went
where hours did not drag
like moth with broken wing and bent
or half a masted flag

i never to a birthing went
where hours did not fly
so happy was the world to hear
a newborn baby's cry

perspicuous is the world with hours
as if it's fair to tell
the haste to hear the infant's cry
the holding at the knell

dh 16/10/2014