either is too late at night or

that is the blue of morning

end slowly but

raising a glass gradually

nearly pausing energies

as these minutes expire

leftover time used like un-watered plants

ashes twisted in the breeze

like the smoke the air is punished by

open minded after the worst terror

nesting deep

empty like a mind ready to learn

these are minutes that matter

in truth

making life bearable

emotions like love can change an entire person