Hardware
I’ve no use for
a
stainless steel
lightweight, corrosive
resistant contraption
that encumbers
my wrist
and can’t tell me anything
useful anyway---
like when my kids might grow up
lightweight, corrosive
resistant contraption
that encumbers
my wrist
and can’t tell me anything
useful anyway---
like when my kids might grow up
my heart will stop beating
or the last polar bear
will step off the last piece
of melting sea ice
and silently disappear
Gil Hoy
Gil Hoy's poems have appeared, or will be appearing, most recently in Tipton Poetry Journal, Chiron Review, The New Verse News, Right Hand Pointing, MisfitMagazine, Mobius: Journal of Social Change, One Sentence Poems, Ariel Chart and elsewhere.
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Poetry
We are slaves to time but no reason to be servants of timepieces. Light-hearted yet with impact.
ReplyDeleteFine job on giving a concept of depth a new coat of paint.
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