Tipton Poetry Journal – Fall 2021
If Only Tia Paul-Louis If only times weren’t passing you’d love me. You’d love yawning bells, chimes, clocks with eyes but no hands and ghost alarms. If only times were blessings I’d be your kind. You’d love. You’d want me as is: blue-veiled maiden, quiet with a flame-like portrait. Your arms would frame me. But the hours fall like an avalanche. I’m in your way, and in your final breath, you’d push me off the cliff.
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