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A Drop Of Gum

POEM 51: A DROP OF GUM

I wait for you
but time like the hour glass
is slowly dripping down the sky
like a drop of gum
Dripping
Slow
Slower
S l o w e r
forever
Head first like a drop of water
from an almost dry faucet.
Its head bigger
its tail thinner
the head pulling down
struggling to free itself from the grip of delay.
And at the point of freedom
The source cease
Time freezes
No heartbeat
No melody
No you

So, lady,
Ponder no more on why I pulled away
for the gum designed to glue us
couldn't make it to shore.

#365DaysOfPoetry
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