The Quarry of Time

It was in the mid-morning sun that I prayed for you
the flicker of my sentences provided the earth with
added seconds
and near the temple of my being
the coordinates to find me lay out of reach
because you have yet to understand the code
which remains in all of us;
I continue to search for you through the thickets
of brush that delay my passing;
I am here with the wind waiting to begin
without delay.


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