A month goes by, then years, they blend
The end was not what I had expected.
That day shall come, too soon , notfastenough;
measure the passing of our existence
“time” is beyond us.
My eleven-year-old mind
is often a blur, but some things are crystal clear.
some folks, I guess, /
will always long /
to have the mess, the wrong /
from the foothills of the ~
or the deepest valley ~
the icy peaks seem… ~
white wine and a friend
/ solve world problems together
don’t let it be lost to time