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Closing Time

July 23, 2011

When all is said and done

It’s the ticking of a little black clock

The swish of blinds turned against the dark

Or water rushing to fill a cup

To soothe a sandy throat.

It’s lathering up with withered soap

The soft thud of the pillow

A wheeze and cough from heater’s door.

A final scratch of pen on paper

Reminds me of day’s end.

And what has been accomplished?

What has been fulfilled?

Another day capped to the rim

Of life in all odd glory.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. July 24, 2011 12:53 am


  2. July 24, 2011 9:53 am

    Thank you

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