Sure. No problem. When the time comes
and time ticks away, we'll do it when the
time languishes, and divorces mean that our
lives are lost to courts and lawyers and money -
spent on candy that is here one day, and gone.
Then the sun comes up, I see the dawn, another
trickle of time that says we can do this now,
with coffee and a drop of cream, sweetener that,
spelled correctly, will liven your day, until it is
Another cloud, another time for dark clouds,
for foggy, fog that will make us all draw and
stand and stare at the train to take us away from
here, to who knows where. We'll tell you,
but don't fall asleep or we'll leave behind,
and there might not be a next time.
© 2018 Larry Ingram
Welcome to the poetry web site of Larry Ingram. Larry is a poet, writer and observer of our culture.