TICKTOCK
tick.
a leaf swiveled down in the wind,
like a milk tooth detached from a child's mouth
tock.
a cat stifled a yawn,
eyes sharp as it trapped a butterfly in its vision
tick.
the laugh from a distance slowly withered away
and was swallowed up by the horn of a bike
tock.
the shriek of the skateboard wheels
woke me from a sleepless dream
tick. as the click of my clock hammered against my ear
tock. another new day found its way back to my life
TICKTICK.
TOCKTOCK.
TICKTOCK.
TICKTOCK.
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youth
Poetrywe grab onto our youth but we never can keep it from slipping away from our fingers.
