teeter

just before
the appointment
when you were unaware
that there was an appointment
that the arms of the clock were
lining up in a specific arbitrary
configuration

you were gazing through a butterfly
at the blue rag of sky
or your wristwatch
or something
that will never matter
as much as your lust now to
find it

(Visited 25 times, 1 visits today)
FavoriteLoadingAdd to favorites

About riverwriter

Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/wordcurrents/ Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
This entry was posted in Poetry and tagged , , . Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *