How fast flies the day

how it runs swift

i grasp at tendrils of memory

an attempt to catch a moment

put it in my pocket

for safekeeping

like a glass trinket held precious

careful not to chip or shatter

the moment

as if you can hang onto anything

least of all something so fickle as a moment

the brief glimpse

the swift dash

tap shoulder of shifting changing memory

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