What counter-force
turns you like a clock
telling only horizontal
time?
Eternal quarter-to-three,
your sleeping frame
crosses the deserted
rectangle of my bed.
~ by bonniemcclellan on October 31, 2014.
Posted in Poetry and Translation, Robin Kay Stories
Tags: horizontal clock, my work, poetry, robin kay
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That’s fun to read. Common experience I guess. But imaginatively and charmingly done!