III
I am overtaken by time;Now in a bind.
Late night plans to dine
Might have been fine.
But sight is hind
And my thoughts are not kind.
Migrating birds create a line.
Observe formation. Which spot is mine?
Half past nine,
No need to pine.
Tasting brie’s smooth rhine;
It’s a sign!
Lift the tine
Holding fruit of the vine
And sip the wine
Of freedom’s time.
Remembering George in prayer
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