Wristwatch

All along the ticking surface

All the sand along the edge

All deep down in long dry throats:

Fingers press.

Hands Press.

 

All from loose and baggy skin

Round half-lucid teary minds

On beaches few and far away:

Fingers Press. 

Hands press.

wph

VT

16 years old

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