In the kitchen, after dinner

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In the kitchen, after dinner

In the kitchen, after dinner

It seems I spend my life crouched in some cold kitchen with an upturned glass and a torn piece of card,  trying to capture time as though it could still thrive, contained in an elegant dome of my choosing. Moments, shivering and rare, scuttle across the floor wishing not to be trapped nor admired by those who do not realise that these silver, suffocated things are ancient eagles  soaring over empty mountains, wide wetlands that stretch in a shimmering curve  all the way to the sky.

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Time

Time

Time fills up like a water balloon or a swollen summer moon then slips between the cracks in the hours, leaving nothing and owing the same. O, tarry never. Never again.

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