SPRING
by William Pauley III
the days had become so strange
not a soul took notice
when they turned sour
that is until
it was too late
all hours stretched beyond time
into the dark spaces hidden between ticks
between seconds, minutes, hours
pressing into the void
reserved for forgotten
unnoticed things
& because no one was looking
paying attention
to the bubbling
the b…
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