Clocks and Flowers

I am wrapped around

In the profound

Silence of the morning.

No birds stir.

And my old clock’s

Steady tick tock

Goes unheard.

Earthly clocks measure hours.

But flowers

Know not time

Yet pervade

All our graves.

While we no not

Clocks and flowers.

	K Morris Poet on Table Dancing
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K Morris – Poet