Of late
We’ve been running
Out of sand
Whatever happened
Just before
Or after
These last four
Or five moments
Kept me practicing
Their insignificance
That red light
Appeared at the wings
Just in time
For me to quit
Going on and on
If I seem to be asleep
It may be
I’m projecting
An old and
Grainy flicker
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2019
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