The Breadth of Time                                          


            If you could
            Think of moments as a crust
            You’d find
            The present marching forward
            On the run
            To leave a vast
            Unleavened bread

            If you can trust
            The future as you look ahead
            And not be lured
            Into believing that the past 
            Is far behind
            You’ll know the baking’s good
            When left undone


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            Emanuel E. García, Wandering Bark2013