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A week of moments – a clutch of days –
Ten thousand minutes of a Passion Play.
Medley of quavers informs the tune.
It’s all too much: over all too soon.

Sweet condensation on chilling wine
Traveler’s palm, flamboyant tree
Fast photos ripped and lost consign
A week of moments to faint memory.

A week of moments plucked from the page
Found far horizons, a sunset stage.
Suitcases bulge, in silence packed
A chapter closed: no looking back.

The lightest touch upon my arm
No fierce restraint, no call to stay.
Hushed room maids glide like pawns to king
With pool attendants in chess piece array.
A week of moments – a clutch of days –   Ten thousand minutes of a Passion Play.   Medley of quavers informs the tune.   It’s all too much: over all too soon.      Sweet condensation on chilling wine   Traveler’s palm, flamboyant tree   Fast photos ripped and lost consign   A week of moments to faint memory.      A week of moments plucked from the page   Found far horizons, a sunset stage.   Suitcases bulge, in silence packed   A chapter closed: no looking back.      The lightest touch upon my arm   No fierce restraint, no call to stay.   Hushed room maids glide like pawns to king   With pool attendants in chess piece array.