Time (Eric Stromme)


by Eric Stromme

Walk among pine of ponderosa
stumble through bramble manzanita
soft soled boots with holes in
song unsung moonlight friend
Wonder at nothing, time
Wander world, nothing mine
too late had come and stays
today, running from faded age
tonight, youth overcome with lust
Weeping tomorrow, merge with dust

“Time,” by Eric Stromme originally published in City Scriptum ([Forum] 1993, City College of San Francisco).

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