clock in a circle

she was locked into the hour

 

clock stare in a one room schoolhouse slows

 

spider crawls along a baseboard like frayed electrical wire

 

she had 15 minutes to be found

tick. tick. tick.

 

number to number,

she dials the operator

to find out what time it is

 

held her breath one inch long

 

got the dial tone

got the silence

 

out in the shadow moon

one foot print. then one foot print

 

screws in her clockwork face tighten

like a ferris wheel tightens

 

below, children eat cotton candy

 

housefly in her kitchen looking for a 

morsel to eat

 

looks up at her swatter, she has no time

to feed

 

double checks her clock with the grandfather

clause

 

window being pried open,

makes the creaking noise

like a child’s toy box

 

no toys left to play with,

 

now in an orphanage

 

the intruder winds a pocket watch, on schedule like a derailed train

 

a woman’s summer hat is left in a train depot station

 

one minute left as a tear runs down her

face

 

then another tear,

 

her clock ceases

 

frantically opens up a cupboard looking,

100 clocks fall out,

 

she falls to her knees searching

 

old, worn out floor with horseshoe nails

resonates the last ticking seconds

 

playground see-saw resonates that way

 

once held his hand until his hand grew too old

 

her clock started ticking again

set back the time 15 minutes

 

spoiled the element,

 

held her breath one inch long…

 

Copyright © 04/05/2013 Ðark Ṝoasted Ƣoetry®

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