Take a moment
You take your body to the doctor
and your car into the shop
and you know some time
this all gonna stop, at least
for a little bit while you check in.
Where are you dear heart?
Let’s begin …
… again
now more often
tap YOU in the box
smudge the calendar
mustache the clocks
We have a sad imagination
about doing some thing
some day.
It really isn’t the day,
ever, anyway. Not a
whole day.
So. Take a moment.
You.
…
© 2022 David L White
2/19/22 Poem parts
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