Public Clocks

At first his anger was hotter than July Or, rather, he was plundered by the weight of Sorrow —heavier than the ice of January; The kind of stolid ice that thickened Niagara Falls Like frozen soup. He was tall and lissome, bespectacled, in Dark suits, a brown hat, worn-out shoes of fraternity. A folded umbrella accompanied him like a touring child. No wristwatch. He doesn’t wear them. Asked why, he normally replies, “There are many public clocks”. Stocks have plunged Every expert he asked shared the same opinion? Stocks are like seesaws — They rise and fall. Before then he had assumed that “rise-and-fall” Was only for dictators, And of course empires. And every public clock he glanced up at Had the same opinion on time? it ticks away, Slowly, but perfectly. And if you want to do time, Then hurry over life importunately.