At 2:09

“At 2:09

how else but fine

be the word in which I sign

to describe the vine

on which grows to entwine

each and every kind

moment within time?

How do I pluck within my mind

the places you claim love to hide?

It is the you that, if you choose, must look and find,

at 2:09,

these minutes to refine.

You will see just how sweet life is when in line.”


As a way to mellow out my mind I grind the backward thoughts and push them behind.


This poem was written on August 9th, 2014 at 2:12pm.
2:09 by Vannathan Hugh is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NoDerivs 3.0 Unported License.


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