“The Edges of Time” by Kay Ryan

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It is at the edges
that time thins.
Time which had been
dense and viscous
as amber suspending
intentions like bees
unseizes them. A
humming begins,
apparently coming
from stacks of
put-off things  or
just in back. A
racket of claims now,
as time flattens. A
glittering fan of things
competing to happen,
brilliant and urgent
as fish when seas
retreat.

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3 Responses to “The Edges of Time” by Kay Ryan

  1. aliciakhoo says:

    Incredible poetry.

  2. What a beauty. I know that sound. xo S

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