The Clock
by dan ankers
It’s often funny
though it isn’t
As moments pass;
liquid pearls
Solid
made of organized composition
Yet
poured like molasses;
swirling time
Structure undefined
with no clear winner
Out of either side
Giggling girls
passing me in the hallway
What were they really laughing about?
Did they ever know in the first place?
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