Fifteen Minutes

Today is Sunday

Noontime means leaving

the hands near.

Walking fifteen minutes

run the bus, take the steps

swipe the card, run the way.

Breathlessly, I enter the

minute before. I can remember

it as if yesterday. Knife in heart

Shadow is behind.

Wait the fifteen. 

Stand and wait.

Prepare for rain.

Rush outside and

smile and breathe.

Love is the

draw of same

things ideas moments

dripping in loving

boredom and time

a moment which

is gone so

quickly.