26 May 2018

A Little Thought

Poetry swallows time.
Begin a line at five
and midnight starts to chime
before the end arrives.

Poetry swallows time,
and we chew poetry
nourishment, anodyne,
food for society.

Poetry swallows time.
Then it gives back double
by helping souls to climb
a trip worth the trouble.

 My blog poems are rough drafts. 
Please respect my copyright. 

© 2018 Susan L. Chast

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