Jesse Phillips
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Strange how time moves--maybe like a camel or some sort of nocturnal leopard? Maybe it has a belly that fills with events and when it burps something happens or a limp that makes it drag when it tweaks the old pain. The longest part of today, when all the important things happened, was two hours after 9 PM. Let's call it "Lamplight O'Clock." Earlier, at Cold-Grey-Blue O'Clock, my sister and I played catch in a field. Things happened in a different light. The minutes were in pavement and grass time, which is much different from sofa or inflated basketball time. Time while one is wearing plaid sometimes passes like a Christmas vacation where one has to pose for relatives--but only sometimes. Sometimes, a space cloud passes behind the moon and no one can think what to say. Sometimes The River Time drinks from floods, and other times it gets thirsty for Moments like droplets. Some times make love to one another across time, and the slowest to do it get a vacation to the Museum Before Time. As for now... enough.