The Click of Stop-Time

The watch fob,

The click of stop-time –

Each moment matters.

Flick the crimson ascot,

A hint of peach scent

And cream, sharp sweet

Punch of cognac swirl-

Watch the clock wind and unwind.

How I remember the breeze

Through that window

Beneath the big oak trees.

You know what I mean,

Cool rain and the great umbrella

Dripping long after

We kissed beside the

Blooming gardenia with the

Fountain full of angels.