The Mickey Mouse Clock
Already the morning
is full of momentum
and is beginning to crash through
the defences, leaving pieces
scattered behind.
There are always broken
things left in the wake of time.
Take that Mickey Mouse clock
for example
with the snapped spring
and missing hand, the toy truck
with the bent and rusted out
trailer, the football
with its perished bladder.
You would gather up
all the broken toys
and put them in a box
in the vague hope that one day
they could be fixed.
They never were.
A life always leaves
a long trail of debris behind
until there is nothing left
to fall off, break or perish.
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