
You need to keep your fences mended,
keep your things locked down because
you never know who you’ll never know.
Time I think cares by caving
in lustrous waves of years that spread
like eons amassed without frame.
Lights will die down on my Reno and Rio
and though I wear life’s banners high, the need to escape
punctuates my every nerve.
Despite all the will that gets flung these days,
there is nothing worth much on the outside.
Just a 15-minute culture;
is it you who keeps getting my quarter-hour?
In a blaze the raging starlet surmises
that an ending hasn’t been written.
© Chagall 2014

Well done as always!!!
Thank you, Chess. —Chagall