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The clock disserts on punctuation, syntax.
The clock's voice, thin and dry, asserts, repeats.
The clock insists: a lecturer demonstrating,
Loudly, with finger raised, when the class has gone.

But time flows through the room, light flows through the room
Like someone picking flowers, like someone whistling
Without a tune, like talk in front of a fire,
Like a woman knitting or a child snipping at paper.


Submitted by Stephen Fryer

Added: 2 Sep 2002 | Last Read: 16 Jan 2019 9:03 AM | Viewed: 5524 times

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