Re:Late

Dan Wilder

It was around the table at quarter to three,

Tumbling dice with Death, playing for our harmony.

No matter what numbers Death and I did cast

I knew you’d open the door at half past.

We threw our stones, they rolled on oak,

The numbers then at last bespoke

Of a time both far and near –

‘Til tomorrow and from yesteryear.

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