Time Poem by Rain Gill

Time



the hour hand flutters
lucidly in the night
the moon hangs low
low enough to touch
engorged with a starchy
yellow glow
the clock has fallen
silent
it no longer marks
the passing
the wasting
the decaying
of time
of life
of hopes
of dreams

Thursday, May 22, 2014
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