Sequestration

….

This is the month

That my mother died.

 

The year fades fast

To memory.

 

It must have been written

In pencil somewhere,

 

On paper,

And there set in stone;

 

And after awhile,

It all erases.

 

~

Befuddled, perplexed;

At sevens and six;

 

Forwards, sideways,

And backwards:

 

The end comes undone

Before it’s begun.

 

Thus does in Time

Take concession.

 

And some dare to call it

Progression.

….

 

 

©2013, Marvin Loyd Welborn

7 November 2013

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