Sixty minutes, like any other
Hour
throughout the year, we
all live & Breath, Love &
hate, work &
idle, eat sleep burp
fart shit & rot as on
our best &
worst day, unwinding from
the clock in that ancient
order accepted in
the first, second, &
third worlds, a tacitly absorbed
imposition on
circadian rhythms &
munchin', snoozin', pooping, loving
~~simply passing~~
in hopes of saving an hour of
daylight like a dime
to no IRA, Christmas Club, piggy
bank, nor the annals of time.
Cretan Maineiac
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-void-hour/
