Mindlessly floating,
aimlessly wandering,
pining through the
vineyard for the
key to stop my clock.

"A beautiful night." she said.
"What a waste." he replies.

"The time or the company?"
she hesitates to ask.
Thump-thump-thump

A sharp look in his eyes
thump-thump-thump
"To each, his own."

Thump-thump-thump
the key does not fit
in this tiny clock.