I have come and gone,
Revisited
Those well-worn paths
That spanned
The precipitous hours
Of long-dead days.
The spirits of the past
Remain
Entombed there
Forever.
They will not rise again.
But I
Move forward
Now
My headlong march
Through time
Is predicated on
Some fateful hour.
Stay not too long
To watch the setting sun
For it will rise again
Tomorrow.
(Previously published in Kimera, Dec.1998)
Laurence Overmire
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