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time keeps on slipping

By Randy BakerPublished 3 months ago 1 min read
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Under the tamarind tree

he sits, watching

the nearby children at play


He feels the earth beneath him

spinning on its axis, so quickly

Dandy-Shandy. Bully in the Pen.


It’s a wonder they stay on their feet,

these children, the way the world keeps turning,

chasing them as they laugh and run.


They think of him as old,

if they think of him at all,

but he knows what they don’t.


The world will spin and chase,

never stopping until it catches up.

One day it’s Brown Gal in the Ring


The next it’s sitting,


under the tamarind tree.


[Author's Note: This poem was first published in the chapbook, Beyond the Horizon: Journeys in Poetry and Prose, 2010]

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Randy Baker

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  • Anna 3 months ago

    Beautiful image!!😊

  • Interesting poem. The poem reflects on how everything is fleeting and moving so quick especially when we are children. But inevitably we will become like the old man waiting and reflecting. I love the symbolism in your poem.

  • Alex H Mittelman 3 months ago

    Great poem! 💖

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