The Clock Shop of Vienna, VA
i don’t hang
pictures
since kids
art waits
or is taped
and glued,
the radio squawks,
the news
isn’t
more than
silence
so i sit
silent
and drive,
to work, to work,
to chat
seeks minutes
that could
think
i pick
my minutes
to give
and
who,
because,
terse is
a life
style,
my luxuries
need to be
luxurious
books
a walk
20 minutes to
dress dolls
push trucks
true dancing-talk
one resounding word,
a song
i have become,
like time,
pointed
and fly
an arrow shot
through
circumstance