on a lark
he looks out
one day
and discovers
there are no clocks
anywhere.
she is down on
her knees praying
at the toilet bowl.
she is begging him
to call down lightning
or at least fetch her up
a clean towel.
he is more interested
in where all
the clocks have gone
and cannot see
that her hair is
on fire.
Keith Pearson
I live in southern New Hampshire and works with special ed students at a local high school.
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