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Still early, it’s only three thirty
I’ve got a few more hours to go

I savor remaining moments
each time they come

Younger I’d pack
a life into each

With a will so great
I could make that happen

Compress
spans of life

A run-on string
at the tail-end

I run my palm
over a small rise
on an otherwise
perfect face

When the time comes
she will lift my last finger from the grip
and I will slip from the jamb

© Chagall 2013