Never ready
The year
Stood up
Becomes
A weight
Pressure drops
Between the rain
Between the moons
Between the hail
Of moments lost
Futile to come
Banging down
To full
The banging
Stop
Now there's
A trick
Unsought
Of then
History yet
Comes written
Down
Banging
Down
Unsought of
Then
Tom McGlynn
copyright 2013
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