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Marking Time
by
Randy Cadenhead

 
Marking Time

Today was longer
Than the day before
With the hour we borrowed
In April when they seemed
So ripe and fresh
Only now filled with leaves
Piled high beneath bare trees
Waiting for someone
To sweep them away
Like the hands of a clock
Marking time in passing

People ask where time goes
Salt from a shaker
Seasoning the savor of life

If well preserved it turns to
Collections of memories
Hours here and there
Piled high at the feet
Only waiting for one
Fall day with an extra hour
To press them into
The scrapbook of sorts
That is where time goes
When it wants marking

One hour preserved
Waiting for its time
To pass once more
--Submitted by Randy Cadenhead on 2013-11-02.
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Havenwood:
A beautiful flow, I can almost hear the meter ticking with the passage of time. A dash of melancholia made this a wonderful write.
Posted 11/03/2013 11:08 AM


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