Life, in the Abstract

October 30, 2012
Once, a sky-blue
Pickup flew down the block.
I don’t know where it came from, or where
It was going in such a hurry, but
It sure was beautiful.

You drank your coffee
From a porcelain mug. It had
A chip in the side and I wanted to know
When you had dropped it, but
I didn’t ask.

The soap in my shower
Melted in the water and I tried
To stop it from sliding down the drain.
It went down anyway, and
I cried a little.

The clock in my bedroom is shaped
Like a keyhole in red metal.
Listening to it tick, I went a little crazy.
And I tried to wind it differently, but
Clocks only wind one way.

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