Friday, January 04, 2008

A poem for Friday

Friday Poem for January

Walking in new snow
time slows, becomes

time approximate
except at

10:30 in Newfoundland

no time to ponder
the shelf life of words

today’s bon mot
is tomorrow’s sad cliché

except on Fridays,
except in January

and at 10:30 in Newfoundland

Carol A Stephen
January 4, 2008