The landlord of life, time.

Sweeping away withered thoughts
from mind’s alleyways,
the drift and toss
of leaflike years
have an air
of detachment,
embraced by time
scavenging moments,
it’s back to dust
engraved in stone
where once self
chased somebody else
wind blown.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i feel like that time is coming sooner than later...when i will detach from the tree, and hopefully, gently fall.
j.