Unwound
for Noah he thought
oh yeah hope on seeing
dove with olive branch in beak
not a freak of nature but nurturing
the flooded waters
of my house leave plants
to bob not even in sobbing waters
that may have taken shape from an old
tsunami so all seems
calm and being forgiveness
so bliss seems to prevail but only
taking one pail filled to the top to tip
and it it will do it
always begin and again
not to stop forever why such
since always winding the clock
begins again and again
until i suddenly drop the key
though fumbling muttering i did not
know this is what keeps repeating this thing
again
and again
letting it wind
down slowly until
stop
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Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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