They walked up-and-down in
All smiles and living-ness
Never mind the echoes there
That float and tumbled in the air
Or the cast-off wristwatches glazed with old sweat
Sideways sitting on endtables and bureaus
Amid still steeping cups of tea
Waiting to be microwaved
But the sleep hour came and killed all the children
Only one of them is left.
2 comments:
This one reminds me of my grade-school principal. I thought he was creepy at first, but he was just kind of weird. He was very kind to all the students. As the Dorkness says, never assume. :)
The second to last line is kinda freaky..... Otherwise I like the first four lines.. then the poem gets a bit more direct to objects if ya know what i'm saying. first four lines are more deep and general
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