Odd and Risky Minutes

December 21, 2018

 

As time.. slips past my phrases
I once held in my palm
I balance, in release
      on the skitter.. of a cloud.

Suddenly, you reach for me
in odd.. and risky minutes
of a dream.

I cradle in it's echo
to see.. just where it lands


there's much to be said
          for a safe pair of hands 

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