Patricia Smith Poet I do not know?

Gypsy Home

The clockwork just doesn't stop
You pass the hand but never end up on top

Ticking time is all I know
And now to somebody new I go
You wonder why I had to leave you so

A quick glance back- I'm doing fine
Pretty picture and a world I left behind

I couldn't follow you
I led you through
And let you taste from that same vine

I can't come home to three or four
The world begs me to make room for more
I wish you could slip through that parallel door.

So let's do coffee and catch a break
At a special time and date
I want to know that you're still here
And there's nothing real about my fear

Let's stop for now
And harness time
Clean that portion of my mind

Is it time of peace or time of war?
When the second hand stops we'll know for sure.

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