HASTE MAKES TIME WASTED

The past was forgotten; with no chance to jar a memory
disguised as yesterday’s dreams. Out of sight and mind,
you’ll find yourself suddenly stirred  to remember.
You were in the country when you first saw her,
near the willow tree, across a spreading field.
You felt the urgency, a race to embrace her. But you wound up
running through quick sand. What was your hurry?

©  Copyright Walter J. Wojtanik – 2013

Written to THE SUNDAY WHIRL – Wordle #101