homage to eliot

a clock stops telling time
to move along, now; move along;

step to the back of the bus,
to the front of the line.

(a little bird tells you,
“hurry up, please, it’s time.”)

and so, if I say “goodnight, ladies;
goodnight sweet ladies,”

will you kiss my big toe
and set the stopped clock to a set time

known to no one
except the broken hands of time
carried in the broken beak of a little bird
falling from its nest, crying out to no one:
“hurry up, please, it’s time!”
Big Bear Mountain


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