BILL PRINGLE

PUSHING PAINT


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TIME TRAVEL

A river of sand.
The lake's hidden plan.
West to East it flows.
Opposite as to the planet goes.

A shadow of our motion.
Retrograde to our common notion.
So many grains of sand.
So many things we misunderstand.

So am I still sitting in the Bonny Piper?
Drinking draft for my supper.
Stationary in time.
In someone else's mind.