Sunday, February 12, 2012

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.

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