It goes staccato now –
when I bend to the past,
see the miles covered.
I’d like a softer flow,
lento or legato.
Prompted simultaneously by Friday Writings #95 at Poets and Storytellers United, where Rommy invites us to be inspired by the idea of losing track of time, and by Grace at dVerse introducing us to the Flamenca or Seguidilla Gitana form.
