If the moments of parsing
could be laid end to end,
you might have a journal,
each days thoughts neatly parsed  
and laid thusly.
''Seize the day,'' Julia said ''You've
done that.''
I've seized them
and sent them through the sieve
and sifted.
Soft dirt on earth remains
and here are the collected bits.
Savor them if you wish,
collected bits of mine.
Sieve has nice-size holes.