day by day the minutes pass
as do the hours and moments,
memories fade into the horizon
of time that one so easily passes,
thoughts surround the day
the day unwinds its performance
movements in and out of place
taking place seconds ago...
time hurries through its routine
placing strangers in the transit
mailbox that zips along the road
like a greyhound out on loan,
mysteries collide with circumstance
and the unusual becomes not so
usual but commonplace, speeding
our dimensions as if tethered to
gyroscope keeping it balanced...
records bear out the same evidence
recorded years ago, on magnetic
tape, stored in the archives found
in the basements of libraries.
November 3, 2024
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