i open the junk drawer in
the kitchen
where dead phones abound.
flintstones and smarts,
screws and nails,
rubber bands
and paper clips. white out
and Elmer's glue.
there are watches too.
all still ticking
keeping time, some off
an hour or three,
some slow by minutes,
others just right waiting
for a hand to find
them, and take them
for a ride, but i'm done
with keeping time.
choosing to ignore it,
letting the sun
and moon, the lunar pull
decide.
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