The Process
by Patricia Fritsche | Funny how ends, begin linear, it seems.
As up and down feelings
may take over the board game,
and by chance, the bet can become
big as life in the moment’s commencement.
As the vision of black and white
gets infused by daily standup colors
taking over flat numbers
on any calendar, until linear, in its construction again.
The clock wipes from tired brow
the celebration of the quiet times past,
from season’s slumber bedding down
with creative downy,
it breathes life again into the new year.
As a new touch walks the line, somehow,
and something nameless is remembered.
And the end is just closed, for now,
to be reopened with a click, nowadays. | Patricia Fritsche
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