Monday, May 10, 2010


There was no time
left in my clock
(whose tick was missing)
when I went in

to check up on yesterday.
A door that didn't
close behind me seemed
not to know what to do.

The moon kept track
of what couldn't happen
(the dish and the spoon
both frozen in place)

as I carefully made my way
away from what seemed electric.

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