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What happens when presence, overflows?

This is what happened, for me.

Here’s a poem inspired by:

The stop-go-no-please-come-back-okay-you-can-go-wait nature of Time. How it flirts with me, and how I sometimes (often) flirt, back. June, as a month, is quite the muse. If you’re looking for me, find me in Her Garden.

Enjoy.