Nothing exists in a vacuum,
Except for eternity,
and yesterday,
And the seconds between
Diapering the mannequin
when you’re still peeking
Around the corner of adulthood,
and
the point where
So much depends
Upon plastic peaches
Dazed by quantum leaps
of faith that slingshot
Every breathable moment
from right now
to right then.
When and where the whole world whimpers.
You,
exasperated, and out of air,
Saw yourself living it all
Before
during
and
after
She first pedaled
on her own.
Oh,
by the way,
back.
There's no going
All 2 Real
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Author
Phil E Repko
Categories
April Poems, Year/Topic