I spent the lonely evening counting
minutes/ on a digital clock
while whiling away the empty hours
Imagining the tick/ and tock
and chime of clocks on towers
Where time is full of sounding

Not quite the same
this clock of mine
The ticks don't tock,
the tocks don't chime
How does the chime
know when to rhyme?

I spent the lonely evening dreaming/
of lands where distant towers beckon
Clocks that strike with vibrant sound
a chime that rhymed/ in reckless abandon
Disturbed the sky and shook the ground
So long the endless minutes seeming

Red-eyed/ digital numbers gleaming.

r ~ 23Mar14