time goes in a different
- not direction, really
there's one way which
is forward, and time
flows differently, in
different places or spaces
or speeds, when you have
taken time to celebrate
with perhaps, far, far
too much champagne
or was it prosecco,
or was it cava,
or was it simply
"sparkling white"
- it was all of these, as the bottles
with their labels
will remain in the room
to testify. A few
upright,
several
lolled or rolled
across the available surfaces, lounging
time
is sparkling white,
when you take time to drink it in
and blink, and propose
a toast, a proposition.
a proposal, if
you will
so will she,
maybe
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