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.