Passing Time

Passing Time

by Maya Angelou

Your skin like dawn
Mine like musk

One paints the beginning
of a certain end.

The other, the end of a
sure beginning.

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I keep on dying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping

Curtains forcing their will
against the wind,
children sleep,

There is no warning rattle at the door
nor heavy feet to stomp the foyer boards.
Safe in the dark prison, I know that

We were entwined in red rings
Of blood and loneliness before
The first snows fell

Some clichty folks
don't know the facts,
posin' and preenin'

When I was young, I used to
Watch behind the curtains
As men walked up and down the street. Wino men, old

A Rock, A River, A Tree
Hosts to species long since departed,
Marked the mastodon,

I keep on drying again.
Veins collapse, opening like the
Small fists of sleeping

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