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Four Poems Poetry |
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The Time It Takes
Quick time. Slow time. Time flies – Phyllida Barlow
By the time they got to Phoenix it was late.
Quick went the movie but the talk was slow
Down empty roads with hours to navigate.
From Tucson up through Arizona state
There’s nothing you would recognize or know.
By the time they got to Phoenix it was late.
It’s like an anecdote you’ll not relate.
You watch dust fly as wind begins to blow
Down empty roads with hours to navigate.
Time flies like dust, no time to contemplate
The journey. You go where you have to go.
By the time they got to Phoenix it was late.
The things you say! The words will not run straight
So time moves on with nothing left to show
Down empty roads with hours to navigate.
Let’s cut the talk completely, wipe the slate.
They drove in silence and preferred it so.
By the time they got to Phoenix it was late
Down empty roads with hours to navigate.
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