The Watery Line

Where is the line,
The line that blurs the day.
My mind breaks today
And my tomorrow is already home.
Where I’ll be yesterday,
An ocean that can’t be cut.
She sees it in the koi pond,
Smelling the fishy odor and knowing
That sometimes ending at the finish line
Is to start again.


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