Evening News

The day’s hours

slip away,

ever so swiftly.

The night is short and

then I sleep.

The sunsets come and go.

Some I remember,

others not.

The full moons,

the half-moons,

and the glittery stars

that circumvent them,

those I never forget.

Time is relentless

ebbing and flowing

always on time.

On purpose.

Memories, regrets and aspirations

merge and then flow through our minds

waiting to explode

and create some legacy.

Like the river that is

yearning to break its banks

to get into the evening news.

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