we have these
clocks.
the baby clock,
i'm getting old,
i'd better hurry.
the job
clock.
school and moving out.
the train waiting.
the alarm.
tick tick tick.
the clock
of height, of weight,
of marriage.
of going somewhere
we've never been
before.
it ticks from the first
second of birth
and never ends
even at death we hear
the slow familiar
tick in our ears.
Sunday, April 23, 2017
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