Poem: The Clock

By Jack Brummet

 1

The fast hand sloughs seconds
Onto the clock dial, tugging
Hours and minutes along
As time burnishes our masks.

2
A paring of grey moonshell
Wheels over our shoulders,
Waltzing a sea surge
Across the ocean floor.

3
Under a red sun, night retracts its stars.
Starfish lounge on rocks,
The sun in Japan sinks
In water at sight's end,

Flares of light appear
In the opposing hemisphere,
And earth surrenders its heat,
Trading degrees with the shifting winds.
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