No running, sauntering or shuffling feet
On empty streets lined
With dark store fronts,
Chairs stacked away in eateries.
Cherish the gift of time even in isolation,
For nothing is lost as long as we remember
The delight of gift bridges us over turbulent waters.
Be wise not to squander the gift
And become the blessed bejeweled
With big yellow hibiscus flowers
Behind ears in rainy March days
Becoming the delight of the day.
Light shines on time
Melts changing the shape
And empty streets want pitter-patter of feet.
The gift of time
Patience with honor
For you and me.
The Year of Rat
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