by Carol Nelson


       There is a strong urge

       To bite

       Down on the hand that feeds

       Not enough,

       That touches

       And takes back the hand

       Too soon.

       The world is so overfull

       Of so much

       Not enough.



       Forced out into time...

       Time collecting

       In puddles of months,

       Rivers and lakes of years,

       Oceans of eternity.

April 1, 2011

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