Dedicated to Natalie Steiner
Days to Deposit
Or should, fade into the stone
Everyone sunrise that is out to play
Belongs to this, and this alone
Photographs like secret post cards
Peruse websites and mailbox bins
Poems and words like shards
Tinkle about as life begins
Coins that clatter land better
Than hours of life ever can
Ask time, the old creditor
And she will laugh at man
Yet we seize the moment again
As if sunsets came in a weave
And words only out of the pen
To be written on our heart's sleeve
But they do not deposit
So easily from the soul
So great thoughts we closet
And still call ourselves whole
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