CEGU

Time passing – slow hours melting into weeks, and the ivy

growing on the outer wall; in me

sprout vernal thoughts of time passing – nestled in the corner of my memories,

strokes of purple over Lake Michigan, static hair before a thunderstorm, so we

ran outside the water.

Passing time as we wait for time to pass.

The feeling of leaf-laden trees swaying

their shadows through three windows – my gaze swings

along, enchanted by the tender sunlight of the third floor.

The long-reaching rays hit my professor’s painted nails and the sparkle, oh how they sparkle.

A pink and green pointillism gently colors the trees,

the tulips bloom, as I am measuring the passage of time.

Fingernails grow, the polish disappears;

Slowly washed away by the minutes, shrinking more and more until it withers.