By The Dozen.

Skipped stones,
across creek water,
rippling out,
sure in time to meet,
both the broken feet,
belonging to my daughter…
missing variables,
unable to break down,
the numerical compound,
I’ve become unimperviable…
our short time together,
slipping away,
dissolving away to be,
no more of my memories,
sandblasted by the weather…
I’ve come to be flash-frozen,
wondering about,
no direction in mind,
just pissing away the time,
years slip by the dozen.

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