Five Seconds Acrostic by Antoinette bekker

prompt: five seconds too early

Five is my magic number: five fingers, five toes. Add a tongue to two eyes and two lips, and you get five. Two ears, a nose, one heart, and a brain form the final quintet. Bring in time, too, because love needs to be measured. Without time, how will I know the value of you? Time keeps track of a stab of pain, a whole lot of laughs, and a tally of the days running into each other while your car eats the miles on a road trip through hamlets with regal names like Empress and Duchess. Then summer ends and fall sneezes into scattered leaves, only to be dispersed by hives of snow. One by one, I drop pebbles in a tin and shake it until spring bounces in like a filly, her legs flailing and her neck 

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