Playing with Yarn

Moving is small, the
spin spins. Wave at the
places past your fingers then
they go.

Everyday repeats
new things. Grow
up to be four years older than
yesterday. We
are no young. Just
pups inching into forever.

And then forget. Who
remembers the
people we forget?
They go beside
outside, then we
go beside them. The
tea goes cool in the
saucer while the
cup boils: all
wrong things in
the wrong place. Eat
these words.