something
happens when
someone from long ago
stops in and says hi: time
turns into itself, a paper bag
well worn by the cat who sleeps
in it and imagines
great horrors
as it enter incorrectly into
darkness.
time is that
we peek out
a smile planted
not real. a neurological
spin, as access to closed
files become a race
a student there,
a teacher here, a lawyer now
what has become - i query - knowing the answer
already: life - ill prepared, ill advised, ill dreamed, smile
cuz smiles cause hope even if only planted
