The Weight of Time is Felt
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Some times are felt as weight. The Sabbath of
The Jews or Christians settles on the soul
Sabbath Day Lake
Like Florida’s humidity above
An August day. Such sacred periods scroll
Out slower than a funeral. Cell time
In prison has an iron weight behind
Those bars. It seems that they are like a crime
Or more like hours after death that wind
Unbearably. A child thinks Christmas takes
Forever to arrive. An hour stretched by
Mind-bending drugs is like illness’s brakes
Applied with boots to crush a nun’s last sigh.
..A lonely man feels twilight is a drawl.
….Abandoned lovers wait for that one call.
~ Phillip Whidden