HERE'S THE CLOCK
Oh great time-man, keeper
of the flame, all I've got left
is nothing (barely, my name).
Tiger Lilies and cicadas too.
Things I don't really care about
but, whatever : We sit outside
now, umbrellas and lawn chairs.
Some people talk; I brood, and
stare out to the water. New York,
here called, off Red Hook; really
not the harbor, just a bunch of
watercraft taxis and some hump
of Lady Liberty adrift atop the
water. These days I've seen
better buoys than that.
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