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I tried to hold time
In my cupped hands
March and April seeped away
Before I realized the futility
Of trying to hold time
I poured May and June
Out of my cupped hands
And into a sieve
July and August went into a bucket
That was cracked
September drained
out of my cupped hands
I tried to hold time
In a broken vessel
And could only watch it drain away
Through my cupped hands

Plague series #35
from a Facebook prompt (Lucille)

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