The days, weeks, months, the
passing of the seasons
dissolve into jumbled
blank calendar squares.
The alternating glow
and fade of fireflies
captures her childlike wonder,
briefly signals familiar names
and faces,
memories flickering
particles of light
short circuiting the strange gray
passage of time,
a deluxe continuum
jigsaw puzzle
missing interlocking pieces;
unfinished crossword entries
even I no longer
can complete.
Author of four collections of poetry, Ben Rasnic currently resides in Bowie, Maryland crunching numbers for a living in Northern Virginia.
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