staccato time: a poem
Nov 10th, 2009 by Norman
staccato time
I’ve noticed that time is staccato
for those of us lucky enough
to grow old
time moves in fits and starts
I see it in the blemishes on my face
this blip here
then that bump there
no smooth flow
but it smoothly moves past
my life
no big deal
and done
the little poignancies
your love my love
I notice time stumbles along
click on the pigeon to home
