as I sit down in the rocker
saddling up to the virtual typer
I find myself reminded of yesterday’s stories
the stories that were made
in the moments that passed before
and behind my eyes
the ones that floated in and
out of my mind
the ones that added up
make themselves a Yesterday
the yesterday that’s now invading
the thoughts of fingers trying to bleed today’s tales
staining stories all over a blank black page.
and to think,
those past moments, the ones
that floated behind and before
that passed out and in,
the invaders that created this Yesterday
were themselves,
not just a yesterday before that
a Tomorrow yet to come.
-2006
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