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www.djburnham.com, Poetry written i n the 2000's, Poetry, Lyrics, Prose, David Burnham, D.J. Burnham, Dave Burnha


Flash in the pan

Neither be bought nor sold,
Out of reach or rainbow's gold,
Too far to be lo and behold,
Too close to be remote controlled.

Lives that pass without a trace,
Tasks expand and fill the space,
Time runs faster than the race,
Lines etched deep into the face.

From miracle birth to traffic jam,
Each as rare in our Earthly span,
Solar flare to flash in the pan,
For we are the blaze,
But also the fan.

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