Trapped
on a train
which does not stop.

tickticktickticktickticktick

This second
is now history.

tickticktickticktickticktick

The next minute
flies by
and is the past.

tickticktickticktickticktick

An incident
becomes a memory,
metamorphoses into a memoir,
and crumbles into dust.

tickticktickticktickticktick

This small space
which is my now,
holds me
and will not
let me go.

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Day Twenty-Five:  Write a poem that explores a small, defined space.

 

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