watch the clock on the
wall constructed without
intention builds up and
eyes go fast and
faster still will not
stand for burned coffee
burning my lips turned
upward in a smile for those
around the corner can’t
compete for a prize
I wouldn’t win some sort
of race
I won’t run to the clock
to check the time
—only moments since eyes
fell on two hands
tell me the day passes
slow
this day and not that day
any
other way is bad
this way serves its
purpose
well aside from the dance
eyes do
with the hands of the
clock
ticking down to zero hour
don’t know what is
different at this time
eyes won’t stop
wondering about time
to go and I hate it too...
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