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Past Past

Was isn’t any more.
Won’t know what really is.
Historians keep the score
with a clock without advancing numbers.
A stream only adds to the ocean.
Outside that has got to be ever.
A wasn’t that once was.

Remember your limitation.
You were never all there.
Geese migrate in formation
taking turns to share the ware.
So much for Mother Nature.
She sports flexible underwear.

Published in Poetry