Later
Later, says the
soul. Always later.
Later than time allows.
When the owl sings
in the daytime. I could
tell you about roses.
Let me get dressed.
How the wind comes
off the sea. How the
rain comes later.
A bottle of wine.
Let me get dressed.
A bottle of wine.
An owl weighs
more than the soul.
© 2015 Rob Schackne
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