Time and All Its Nothing

spread like a string along a pathway
empty silence is nothing of time
time is the space between fingers

body pressing bed, distant smack of wood
careful wandering in and out of rooms
rest desire

one breath follows another
careful resonance
flowers on branches bobbing just past the window

Phylinda lives in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. She
has also lived in Oklahoma, Washington D.C., Malaysia, and New Orleans. Print
and online publications include: Fuselit, The Rambler, Poor Mojo’s Almanac(k),
Miller’s Pond Poetry Magazine, Anemone Sidecar, and Midwest Literary Magazine. She
earned her MFA from Rosemont College. For more poetry, visit her website phylindamoore.com

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