Should I hold it hostage
waste it
embrace it.
Will it love me in the morning
or leave me
hanging
walking a tight wire between two skyscrapers in Manhattan and then
fall
into the abyss, miss the whole point.
Does this minute
caw caw
with a gnome
or a yeti
eating spaghetti
or is it fretting
about forgetting
the time.
Does it
inspire
tire
from being the subject of this sentence
or run off
to recline
on the lounge with the cat.
No, wait
this minute
has elapsed.
**Inspired by This Minute Poems, by Jean Gallagher
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