Thursday, February 14, 2008

Time

Thumbprints in dust
Hinges on a wall, bleeding rust
A lightbulb blown,
Crisp packet thrown.

A lock stuck,
Clock stopped,
Flat tyre,
Chalk-dust of ash in the fire.

The quick-slow pass
As smooth as glass,
The endless chime,
Then, now, is time.

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