The plants and steel are all very determined. They get in the picture. They look proud. A clock tires and lets down its hands, forever, lets them clatter to the ground. Then it is a sundial, and finally alone.
This is the poetry blog of
Jennifer Michael Hecht.
There are other places where
I blog lucidly, here I post what
rises and converges.
It is called Dear Fonzie because
the Fonz, fictional though he be,
seems like a good listener.