"Time's Table"
Poetry is to see or not to see.
To be a free!
Or never more to be me.
Oui?
Who is she?
Where does she live?
Will she forgive me?
I will forgive her.
I'll paddle a canoe up or down a river.
Depending on which way the current's flowing.
It's always growing but never showing.
Usually knowing.
Unless it's too furious.
By then it's glorious.
Like fireworks on the 4th of July.
It always passes by like old auld lang syne.
"What comes by goes by.
What's to transpire will start a fire.
What's past went too fast.
The future has already happened on a planet light years in the past.
So come about with that mast.
Captain Corn Flakes!
By Jonathan Billet
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