The Punter

I have checked the clock
And, hearing a car stop
And the rhythm
Of heels coming,
Have thought on time running
Away for she and me.

I have striven
When all alone,
To avoid the winking telephone
And the internet of regret.
But fearful dust
Brings on lust.

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