Saturday, June 25, 2022

a difference of priorities by Keith Pearson

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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