Tomorrow and Tomorrow
and tomorrow (Caddy smells like trees)
Is there anything more ridiculous
than a calendar? At least clocks
are round, but they mock
us with their ticks while
the rectangle on the wall
flutters months in the wake
of electric fans. The sun doesn’t bother
with them, moon keeps
her own time. Oceans and rivers
don’t follow schedules, and
you have to kill a tree
to see how it lived—
leaves and wood tell different stories.
may as well have been a Compson,
signifying nothing.
About the Creator
Harper Lewis
I'm a subversive weirdo nerd witch who loves rocks. Intrusive rhyme bothers me. Some of my fiction may have provoked divorce proceedings in another state.😈
My words are mine. Suggest ai use and get eviscerated.
MA English literature, CofC
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Wow! Such a fine meditation and sweeping metaphor.