Late Night Haiku XXXI

By Timothy R Butler | Posted at 7:39 AM

LXXXVII. Time is dripping slow,
Stalactite of memory,
Not there, but past then.

LXXXVIII. Memories of joy
Build upon the memories
Of sorrows now past.

LXXXIX. The past is the block,
Which with desire mortared,
Builds story and song.

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