Blink: A Poem in Decades pthibbs@gmail.com August 7, 2020 0 Comments Poetry 2020 You thought you knew how time flew (or flies) “Something is born. Then it dies.” But 7, 5, and 2 they are, Burning wildly as the stars. Where do these moments go that we find? Into the currents of a holy Mind. TweetShare0 Shares