each moment a knife-edge.
There’s an obvious rhyme.
There’s an obvious rhyme.
We’re on the dime.
We’re a bird new-fledged.
We’re flying through time.
We’re a bird new-fledged.
We’re flying through time.
Drawing a lime-
line from porch to hedge;
and we need a rhyme,
line from porch to hedge;
and we need a rhyme,
so we think we hear the chime
of a clock practicing solfege
to kill time.
of a clock practicing solfege
to kill time.
There’s a big pine
outside our window—we aledge
a satisfying completing rhyme
outside our window—we aledge
a satisfying completing rhyme
awaited still when our prime
green has withered with the sedge.
Adapting to time.
No perfect rhyme.
green has withered with the sedge.
Adapting to time.
No perfect rhyme.