Acquaintance
With Time
I
saw her face, Time, so quiet and still.
I
passed before her on the grass,
I
did not know it was her until,
my
watch moved slow as melting glass,
glass
that I wished that I could fill.
She
spoke to me; no words I heard,
for
her beauty was bright to see,
I could not speak but a word,
my
mind fluttering like a frigid bird,
and
then she walked away from me,
and
I could speak again at will.
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