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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C. S. De Dona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters member of The Southwest Florida Branch of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii, for thirty-six years. Also, seven years in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York. She now resides in North Fort Myers, Florida.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online, and in Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In 2015 her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women's Vinnie Ream contest, was awarded third place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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