Water Clock
Water Clock
Drip-drip sings in my ancient ears.
So close to the bowl I see the rings.
It dings out the hours every sixty.
Tick-tock sings in my present ears.
So close to the tower when it chimes.
It rings out the hours every sixty.
Crest-trough sings in my future ears.
So close to the wave I see the vibrations.
It sings out the hours every sixty.
Copyright © Hillard Sarver | Year Posted 2016
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