Time is a bald eagle perched
on the minute hand of extinction.
Time is a proudly printed page
pitted against sunlight’s
promise to fade.
Time is the elephants of rust
trampling steel icons of longevity.
Time is the eye of the hurricane
as conversation
that calmly evades
but destructively encircles.
Time is a bloodstained bloodhound
at a crime scene’s conclusion.
Time is the last pirouette
before a curtain call event concludes.
Time is the scaration of sensibility
as photographs irrationally exposed
as sensationalizing covers
on a foreign newsstand.
Time is a posting on Facebook
of a fossilized family
from a recent holiday kin cruise.
And lastly,
time is a boomingly large
many days spent, red balloon,
filled with copious amounts
of stale breath in wait.
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