Wayward Eyes

glints catch wayward eyes
past your eager, grasping hands
fireflies flitting by
time a slow wheel — and you the hub
. . . . in your mind’s eye
dreams long buried
explosive colors fade in shame
the sinner’s lament
caught in a twinkle
of time ill-spent
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