Pushing the clock,
No, pulling it back
It's moving fast,
But we're moving faster.
These plans are made of alabaster,
And the plaster chips from seconds' drips
Onto my coat, weighing me down.
All the while, the shepherd herds sheep
That he weaves through the town,
Making fleece of the buses and the underground.
White, three sides, and radish leaf
Make soothing balms that bring relief.
Take off your jacket,
Pick up a drink,
Give yourself some time to think.
And link the arms of lives entwined
Take a picture, pause in time.
Semi-formal
Semi-firsts,
Semi-good
But semi-worse,
Semi-let-me-quench-your-thirst
With laughter and the flashbulb bursts.
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