Time on my shoulder

Time sits on my shoulder
implacable

Time looks at me in the mirror
measures me as I walk

Time rides my breath
inhaling exhaling

Time condenses
with the early morning mist
swirling on the roadway
Time rises with the thermals
of heated air in the fields
flying to the setting sun
Time cycles the seasons
of the years' progression
From whence to when?

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poem by Tom Berman
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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