Not Now

November 24, 2009
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He offered me a piece of
Resting in his palms;
I laughed.
What happened to today?

Can we immerse ourselves,
Eyes screaming,
Senses pounding,
In what our fingers
Know we have?

"What happened to today?"
I asked him.
I wish I knew.

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