TIME IS FLEETING

Time is fleeting.

See it slipping
through hands
eager to clasp
all that cannot be caught.

Time is fleeting

but this is not
always tragic
for we are traffic
motoring along the carriage way
in search of contentment
in accompanying cars,

meandering towards the midway
and making out with the magic
that caresses the quiet corners
of our day

while all the time
time flitters forward.

All words and photographs by Damien B. Donnelly

Inspired by a Twitter poetry prompt from #WrittenRiver

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