Time-Keep
Cards
i
tiptoe up on kitten feet
kneel
down
gently
falling
in to you asleep
so
peacefully
so
pretty
and
itchy
morning whiskers tickle
softly
brushing
up against your cheek
and
touch against your drowsy
sunup
lips
morning
tongue-tied
kisses
hurt
me
too
those
three hands raced around the clock
awake
and
i’ll be gone
a
casualty of turning gears
and
cold
hard
time
keep
cards
Donald
Dean Mace
Donald Dean Mace is an artist, poet, and freelance
writer living and working quietly in Yuma Arizona.
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Poetry