From an estate sale –
pendulum clock. Westminster
chimes now count my days.
For whom the bell tolls
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From an estate sale –
pendulum clock. Westminster
chimes now count my days.
Emily Bronte * labored quietly but I * scream “Here are my words!”
Spring ahead and lose
an hour. What I could have done
in that length of time…
It’s fun to see what
it’s like and then go back to
being nobody.
Like a hick I tilt my
head to see the top and
ponder tossed pennies.
In the skyscraper
canyons, light outlines moving
shapes sipping Starbucks.
I am the dull one, struck
mute by accomplishment
what I do, nothing.
Flushing Meadows Park
once a site of hope. There, a
globe pledged future peace.
“Read my poem? Please?”
In real life I’d get blank stares.
Here, you’re back for more.
A haiku a day?
Not quite. Some days the tap runs,
some days it’s bone dry.