When today was unriped
On yesterday's turfed branch,
Scattered its sepals stood.
Bare petals and ovary
Were ennui even at lunch,
Plodding, trudging, looking waify.
Nuked by nude night noon
Its embrayo throbs at its touch,
And today is yesterday soon.
Baby Today is Yesterday
Young today is today, at such,
Tomorrow is an aged today.
-B.M. Atsen
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