“This tape will self-destruct in five seconds,”
“What of the zeptosecond of my day,
But time spent here or there, with or without
You?” Run the race and leave the tape behind.
The picture framed and taped upon my wall
Is past destroyed and present made, a snap
Of time of hope of Florence
Just past the trees and lit by faded day
The yellow lights do leave their stain upon
The stream, its beauty hides a heart too spent,
A smiling face that wallows in the hope
Of five more sunsets on this earth with you
So to erase the “NEVER” from those lips,
“What of the Florence burning in my mind?”
“Sonnet I” – by Miriam DaPonte
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