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Feb 2016
A grandfather clock
Stands
Silent
Waiting to be wound
At ten to three
Ten minutes from chiming
Ten years from chiming?

A rocking horse
Bows its head
Waiting for a child
It could wait a million years

Chopped wood
Rests in a fireplace
Waiting for kindling and a spark

A trampoline stands quietly
Waiting to stretch its springs

Tiny eggs roll silently along fallopian tubes
Waiting to meet *****
Lost lost lost
13th February 2016
Commuter Poet
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Commuter Poet  UK
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