After hearing B Mayer talk about sonnets and conclusions – from the archives

the hour actively approaches
while we, its victims, sit and wait,
with folded arms,
trying to appear comfortable
and carefree,
and mutually exclusive.

days pass quickly, and nights,
like the blink of an eye –
nay, the pupil’s dilation –
time races to its destination
while we, in our lethargy,
approximate suspended animation.

there are no conclusions,
only the vain pleadings
for another sequel,
a few more hours,
a couple more opportunities.

The rope by which we hang is long,
but the knot is sure.


Author: Raymond Maxwell Librarian, archivist-in-training, retired foreign service officer and Navy veteran.

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