July 1, 2012

Tableau











That clock
on your desk,
forever slow,
could not follow
where you go,
counts the hours
'til you return,
is never accurate
where you're concerned.
The phone nearby
plays so dumb,
message light dark,
it always knows
where you've gone.
We sit waiting,
once favorite things,
you might be back,
your phone might ring.

6/24/12