Quickly

quickly they did it
under the shady
tree and nimbly
they left

in a hurry they forget
they rush
to a flat edge and fall away
like broken glasses
from the tiled sink

now they want to remember
but there is
nothing more left
everything rushed
to the wind
of the oblivious.

poem by Ric S. BastasaReport problemRelated quotes
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