• Joshua Lefort

The debt of time



Where do fleeting moments go?



Do they rise like yeast


as the sun sets east?


Or do they disperse and grow


like wildflowers in the meadow?



As time unveiled


in tow, they trailed


Many paths have flourished,


Unless malnourished



Up above, those balls of cotton --


The result of memories long forgotten.


Beware of prints left behind,


For the past and future are intertwined.