#3

Added on by Archer Dougherty.

by Archer Dougherty

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Blowing the white dandelion seeds

Silently tells the time.

 

- a girl, with worn out shoes and her head through the door;

Small soft seeds placed in a small green bowl

Kept for later.

The sapphire morning in its slow unfurling

- rising, soaring! A timeless burning

 

A pink evening.

The door has shut of its own accord.

 

- the clock, now; amber mechanic, a furrowed brow,

…the velvet shadows wrap around

An empty bowl.

The heavy rustle, a whisper creaking – and a sleeping

Dog; black and silent on the floor.