Desk and Chair by anyjazz65
It is true that I often think
about you and there are days
at my desk when the memories
of what might have been are
my muse, but after all these
years when I ran into you on
the street today and looked
into your daughter’s eyes,
I finally saw the place where
all the time goes.
–Bison Jack
On Desk Street
There are days
where I think about
what goes when
It is true that when I ran
after the muse
into the time
into the place
my memories of my eyes
might have been
your daughter’s
I finally looked at these
and often
Thereafter
you saw all but
you
and
the years are all
today
