Monday, January 4, 2016

Watch Laid

Watch Laid
The longer you stare at this picture,
the further time runs away.

Hands still,
a watch band, seeking fans of the band,
but the beat isn’t moving, the drummer’s still.

Once a pocket watch, watching the pocket
memories open a lockett, no case,
this watch is not about saving face.

Leather band, ripe for weathered hands,
both stood the test of time
like a blacksmith on the grind.

Watch a watch face,
at a steady pace, now you know it’s too late,
how long are you exchanging action at a foreign rate?

Time moves, so should you,
how many rhymes do I have to write for you to get the clue?  Move!


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