Twelve o'clock at night
turns to one in the morning
seconds tick and cogs click
but time comes and goes without warning
despite our vain attempts to corral
the wild horse no rider has ever tamed
as she stomps her hooves
and her manes flies about her face
like a prairie fire running fast and fierce
across the sand and sagebrush
The hands move,
but how often do you see the moment?
How long can you wait
watching the seconds go by?
One does not need a watch
to know a new day has come...
(11-30-10)
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