Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Her Smile


I have the trip hammer
And she the old slow clock
Which doesn’t follow
And never seems to match
My sullen patience.
She slows me down;
I catch my breath and slow-

ly hear her questioning looks
And ways – not the old ways
But what I must encourage
As something achieved
And answer at the same
Pace as her smile
And apprehension.

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