Tuesday, 4 December 2012

Not the clock

The clock. Tick. Tick. Tick.
the gas heater firing up,
the refrigerator humming

Far away:
The buzz of the city, the work, the cars
- the day brightens, brightens at snake speed
so close before winter solstice
the days calling out gently: Go slowly!
Go smooth! The year declines after all!

But hardly anyone listens
Not the clock, not the heating, not the fridge
and specially not the arterial road yonder

I listen
but I'm shooed

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