Piker Press β€” Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 20, 2026

This clock

"...to be on time, to be off to somewhere..."

This clock

will never be stolen.
We watch it all the time,
as seconds, minutes,
march across its face.
So anxious, we are
to be on time,
to be off to
somewhere else,
until we don’t

want to leave.







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