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Author Archives: Timothy P. Schilling
I saw God in a hurry at Utrecht Central Station
Hey, I said,
wait!
‘Tis Autumn
She said ahead of time it might go like that, and it did
We drank coffee and visited the grave.
What could have been said, wasn’t said.
A blur of grass and kindness kills the real.
Remembering a day long ago
A letter for every box
Why must now
All these images I land on
move?
As if we weren’t unstable enough already!
Overseer
Oops!
Rounding bends of a mind
I’d thought mine I find
You who’ve thought up me
It’s never too late to pray
Utrecht Journal 