.
A clock and you and me alone in a room with time
to settle accounts, still time enough to bare and binge,
to rewrite ends, swapping tales that make us cringe,
some so fierce and hot they make our memories singe
The clock and I are willing but the flesh is weak,
—I worry what the wound in you might speak
Before the snow of last night’s furies melt
love would not be a bad wrap, please
tell me what you felt
I see crystals heaped three inches deep
on a branch of the Magnolia tree
where they thaw and drop for you and me
……………………
Jim Culleny; February 2009
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Blink 