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Plain Plan


r.douglas
r.douglas
Plain Plan

grace is practiced punctuality
resonant within rhyme of
caprice in the ad hoc release
of that damned tick-tocked
takeaway of this mortal coil

grace is on time but never
on the nose as that smells
of dictum in a social calendar,
When- trumping what, where,
and who-

knew that seconds are your Master,
and you miser minutes, hussy hours ,
procure a particular moment like the
prisoner stamping license plates to
relegate cadence to a signature

grace corrals to control but rolls with
pin ball paradox of duration and extent,
content to contain the scale, but happy
to sit a spell, and let the span stretch

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says this old man with too much too little time on his hands

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