Monday, May 11, 2026

 

ANOTHER AGE

  

When the white kitchen clock stopped

my mother was going to throw it out,

but since I wanted it for a toy

she let me take it outside to play.

 

It had a long black cord I held

by the plug and dragged behind me,

trailing with the gleam of the morning sun on its face

as I roamed through the green dewy clover.

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