Time
What if one day all
the clocks in the world just stopped
Would time still exist
Tattoo
Would they still look right
or mean as much as they did
when the flesh wrinkles
Hesitation
Those frozen fingers
tremble over the doorbell
while seconds tick by
Tans
Cells they scream, as the
flames of the sun, merciless
burns them all to ash
Her words
Pry and try they might
but her words were hers to keep
and bury alone
Let’s go
All those continents
lay await while we ponder
and pore over maps
