Temporal Puddles

WWL

The fells receding blue to grey;
The sky hung from its broken spine;
The smoky cottage; rain soaked day;
All echoes of a different time.
A moment held in cyanide;
Another world, before the knife
Cut through the hour and left it cold,
Intransigent, beyond this life.
Distorted now by time’s remove,
Half-buried by our recent troubles.
I watch the slowly fading light
Of ripples in the temporal puddles.

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