(by A. V. Deitch c. 1966)
1.
Time is an octopus
Isolated in today
In its own depth
Of inky darkness,
Swirling through
Layers of yesterday,
Sensitized in slow motion
Suction eyes without
A contact lens
To phase the surface
Of tomorrow.
2.
Time is a slotted gate
Of weatherbeaten boards
Swinging on rusty hinges
Through a crooked arc.
3.
Time is a tug of war
Across unhallowed ground
Barefaced and tenderfooted
Reveries, against stamped masks
And heavy booted stiff routines.
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E/N: the image is a view of Chihuly's "Laguna Torcello"
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Poetry{Poetry} CHANGING THE WORLD - ONE POEM AT A TIME! Poetry and prose by Aleta Valentine Burns Deitch, b. Walkerville Ontario 1921, d. Toronto Ontario 2011; Biochemist, Nursery School Teacher, Editorial Assistant, Co-op President; lifelong activist for...
