*because it’s friday & i need to stretch *
tick, tock, time. always hearing you in the hall, clippity clopping and dragging us behind. but i see you, sneaking by. i like the way you dance. i like to mark your progress . . .
as the color on my unkempt toes grows slimmer, a chipped half moon of sally’s favorite mauve. hidden by the season of sock-ed feet, but still i see you, the weeks acrue.
as the landmark roadkill at market & stefko seeps back into the corner earth, a muskrat friend turned mile-marker on morning runs. many turn away, but still i see you smile, the days they pile.
in the race to tomorrow, i’d say your setting pace. you may push us through the rush, but i love the weary way you wind down the day. the minutes drag their arrowed hands, and only grandfather sounds in the night. i see you, indeed, and it’s a beautiful sight.
*feel free to snap as i sulk back to my corner & adjust my black fedora*