Town Cryer

You can watch it coming but never see it go

A village clock free standing

Where people meet or wait

Challenging slow motion moves

At solitary moment rate

Slanted glancing at the clock face

A far too treasured minute stare

Those costly spears drift quietly by

Steal motive forces haunting there

Smiles arrive on time or late

Isolation stands in sorrow

Time glides on its silent wings
Another game in space tomorrow