Ageless crumbs
The only sustaining morsels
on the modern counters
of a house being torn down
It held all our memories
good and bad
of a time
when we saw our flaws
Eternally asked
and seldom answered
What age is it now?
This place falling
out of time
Is there a belonging
A foothold on the line?
Can we not slip past
so fast into
an unknown place
What is post modern?
What identity can we ascribe
to a time without any?
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Reaching Past Winter
PoetryA new collection of poetry by the author, Michael J Tyger.
