Rambling Poet #6 Saved by Early Daylight

It was daylight savings time

and in time, she would be saved

from her being lost in a world of

the sure, in this and many other


She bids farewell to one less hour

but time still slowed, as though

she were in a prison yard planting

nothings, or watching for the moss

to grow into a willow tree.

She waited for a kiss to be placed

in the palm of her hands

Lips alloted into her future

since  palmistry told a love story

of lines asymmetrical with her hope.


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