How to Fold Time

In the hours it takes to drive across one state,
stitch the twelve inch wound shut on your right hand,
one you have cradled since childhood.
Work with your left"quivering, sweating from pain.

In the minutes needed to set your wristwatch to daylight,
grind an anthill into the soil, send thousands
of red beads scurrying away from home. 

But in the second spent focusing on a mourning dove
at dusk, sluggishly dragging your sight through
shapes and shadows for the pale bird,
be the crow at sunset pecking through fallen leaves
in the gutter below a stop sign and 
sing a song. Someone will understand. 

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[Dead Poetix]

BECAUSE I SURE AS HECK DON'T! (lol)