May 16, 2016


Even though I'm clueless,
my body knows where it's going,
having been this way before.
Unlike me, thinking
I'll live forever,
it knows time
like the meter running
in my speeding taxi,
showing a fare
always larger
than I thought possible
for such a close destination,
but it is the nature
of our travel,
being forever late
to the meeting
we did not arrange.

Excerpt From: Mustard, R.H. “Blue Moon.” R.H. Mustard. iBooks. 
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