As I stood and gazed at the nighttime sky,
A sputnik, a satellite, caught my eye.
It travelled in a slow and graceful arc;
A small and bright point of light in the dark.
Category: Funny
Brighton Clock Tower, Redecorated, Poetry by Anna Tizard
I covered the clock tower with clocks and clicking watches
I did it for her.
Her mind is not unkind but she lives in space-place
outside of time.
It means she’s always late
which for we who wait is obviously
not great.
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