Monday, December 16, 2019

Clock Face

I don’t want to take my time.
If I may have a moment
Of your time, I won’t
Hang on to it. I promise,
I’ll hand it right back,
In ship shape, tickety boo,
Fore and aft, present and past,
Dividing the universe
Exactly in two,
Forever between the old
And the new. Lend it to me,
Please—I’ll make the most of it.
I won’t lose it. I’ll bring it
Back in one piece, good as new.

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