Jake's Flea Market

it never comes out the way it went in


from the mantel where the ticking measures

from the mantel where the ticking measures
the silence of right now

this solitude will be measured
with the clanging of the pendulum on the quarter
hour on the half on the hour in synchronicity

in perfect harmony with the church bell
from the steeple in the graveyard’s nearby town
which chimes the measure of a gopher’s
life under a tombstone


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