Momentum
A broken wristwatch becomes a bracelet.
I prefer it that way,
For numbers to become decorations,
Illustrations, squiggles.
When time’s arms stretched and yawned
From a sundial's center,
How long did it take for someone to shudder
At the lateness of
The hour, the momentum and strength of shadows
Running the length of their leashes.
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
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2 comments:
i love this.
Absolutely beautiful, especially the ending.
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