Empty Room

 The clock disserts on punctuation, syntax.

The clock's voice, thin and dry, asserts, repeats.

The clock insists: a lecturer demonstrating,
Loudly, with finger raised, when the class has gone.


But time flows through the room, light flows through the room
Like someone picking flowers, like someone whistling
Without a tune, like talk in front of a fire,
Like a woman knitting or a child snipping at paper.

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