When Tic Turns To Toc
an old clock
turns from tic to toc
midnight falls away
from its loose slip knot
hands maneuver hands
to where dark declines
distant specks of time
burst into flame
if your eyes are asleep
you may hear these labors
in another place
within a space-less room perhaps
for the winding of old clocks
maybe the winder of your heart
has even now stepped over
a midnight pause
has about-faced
from your ticking
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2022
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