
When does time begin? September school or Midnight at New Years? Rosh Hashanah or Chinese New Year or Hijri? Or Easter With Basho’s “song in the heart while planting” or Oliver’s wild geese honking northward? When the ovum engulfs the jetting sperm or When the head crowns or when the cord Is cut? When does TIME begin? With the diagnosis or sentence or the narrowing horizon of age or the forever of following the hearse to a grave? When I awoke with a poem pounding through me? or when your eye kisses these words?
“When I awoke with a poem pounding through me” is an especially good line in an enjoyable poem.
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Thanks, Susan.
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That is beautiful Joan. Thank you.
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Thanks, Karen
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