Second Hand Clock

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Fresh out
of a timely maybe
or tender repatriate
I stoke the embers
of acquaintance
while
damping
down long
fervent
compeers

I hide away
to shy away
from the latter’s
interest —
articulated – argued
solely
from time
remaining-

a trial by
tick-tock
and a second
hand clock
as I too
will punch
out

but for now
I like to
punch in—
to the moment

Wow …this reeks of being self- serving, but it’s what I have for the day. Poem 8 for April
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I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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