One Hour...and Nine YearsA Poem by Ara Mosbyahead of me - always a step, a phrase, a
quick-witted-quip - my
fingertips barely brush you before you are gone last night
you reminded me of the
distance between us zones, hours, years almost an entire generation and I
wondered if that was the reason (an answer
to a gnawing suspicion) why keeping
up with you is like catching the
ocean in a tea-cup one hour and
nine years but I still
want you next to me - to savor the
salve of your hands to touch the
tattered edges of you because we
are a story that has
already begun and everyone
knows that abandoning a
tale before its end is a crime for which © 2016 Ara MosbyReviews
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8 Reviews Added on September 13, 2016 Last Updated on September 13, 2016 AuthorAra MosbyCAAbout“There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique. And if you bl.. more..Writing
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