Saturday, June 2, 2018

WHAT TIME IS IT?/imaginary gardens with real toads

Clock of the Académie Française, Paris
Andre Kertesz (1932)



WHAT TIME IS IT?

What time is it?
I look at the face of the clock
Having satisfied my question
I wonder who is looking
And is there someone looking back at me

Hung high above the side street
We stroll hand in hand
Lovers once
Up close the years show in your face
Like the numbers on the face of the clock
There is no going back

Life is a one way street
Like the flow of the river
That flow is south
Through the dry desert
Even goes underground
Perhaps even forgets

I glance at the clock again
Time has run out
Sand in the hour glass
Only runs one way
Fun to see you once again
Sometimes old memories
Remain forever

June 2, 2018




1 comment:

Sherry Blue Sky said...

I so feel the sand in the hourglass slipping down and down! We have to make haste slowly, LOL. I especially like the lines about the river going underground. Old memories are clearer to me now than newer ones. That seems to be the way of it.

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