Tuesday, 25 April 2017

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 of space tomorrow

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