The clock's steady click --
overheard in sleepless night;
the judge's gavel.
The clock's steady click --
perhaps the hands will applaud
at midnight for her.
The clock's steady click --
hoping the battery dies;
the dark bed so warm.
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left in the long dark --
the gray owls rejoice in it;
others hoard their light.
the clouds multiply
in a sky drenched in moonlight --
with just heat lightning.
The nest falls apart
in the winter wind and snow --
young birds are long gone.
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