Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Tuesday, June 2, 2009: On the Street…Fort Greene, Brooklyn


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.


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