Nauita Tempus

Our past is never

 where its left,

the tide always returns

 

Those things unsaid

not put to bed,

like butter still unchurned

 

Returning once

returning twice,

its power built on fear

 

To undermine

those things adrift

—till anchored yesteryear

 

(The New Room: March, 2022)

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