david jewell poet

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time

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time was too tired to turn one day
time was too tired to keep moving.

like a broken sunset on a torn page
in a lost land. time thought it didn’t matter.

time was thirsty and hungry and wanted
to rest. to stop. to stop. and think.

but time had nothing to think about.
it was everything all at once.

time was angry. why should it keep going.
why should it turn and turn so relentlessly.

would anyone notice its steadiness.
would anyone notice it quit.

mr. bones stood up in the bottom of the gulch.
he held up his had and made a circling motion.

crow came down from the sky and landed on
mr. bones index finger. they stared at each other.

without time, there was nothing, not even air.
that was the first time that time did not exist.

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