He Grew Tired

He grew tired

Of time

And changes

Became monotonous,

So he tossed his watch,

Threw out his calendars,

Only to find

That when he

Thought about her,

The hairs on his

Wrist twitched and

His chakras tingled

To the beat of the time

He had discarded and

Ditched.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

12:42 PM August 27, 2012

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