Sometimes
I am surprised when
I catch my thumb searching
Through a different time
For someone else's wedding ring.
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A pressing moment Weighs on the poet To finish her sentence As she currently knows it Urgency quietly calls Through paper-made walls In a form that makes sense Of the daily rises and falls If left unfinished, it never will be For the way life unfolds so quickly.
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