You might count the flowers, and the hours
(but who more closely: I, or you?)
where hardly an accounting
is even sought, implied.
If flowers, hours wrote
their own ledger
--book of dreams--
you'd read...
through?
About the Creator
Mark Francis
Published translator of verse and original writer of haiku, senryu, lyric, occasional and genre poetry and speculative fiction.
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