shiny gears tick-tocking

the clock ticked all day long
alone and unremarked
people leaned on it
people stuck gum to its side
people met there
right at 8pm
without argument if someone
was late

the clocks favorite was always
the quiet children
who would walk up
and watch at the glass
fascinated at the movement
the shiny gears tick-tocking
and the clocks favorite
kind of memory
was always a child’s handprint
tiny and precious

Image by +Becket Moorby on Google+

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