The Strange Contraction of Time

On this early September day

as she drives past the spot

where she boarded the bus

twelve short years ago

in her new black and white checked dress

with its large white collar 

and tiny red bow,

I am suddenly aware

of the strange contraction of time.

                                                                                           JDG

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