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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