Poet 19: g2LaPianistaIrlandesa

Expectancy's Heartbeat

pum
pum
pum
pum

tick-tock
tick-tock
tick-tock
tick-tock

Tapping 'gainst the pavement
gently, time awaits.
Ticking 'long with clockwork,
bending with time-space.

Check the guilty hands again,
their constant motion still,
or seemingly.  The gears yet go,
the hands they do their will.

Time it soars on eagle's wings
winging far from here.
But now it'd rather sit and pull
anticipation near

and draw the minutes slowly by,
they drag their feet.  And then
The twelve-ten bus pulls in, and here
time scurries off again.

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Fellow competitors, judges, spectators, and fellow Protagonists: I submit to you my primary entry into this 2010 Winter Poetry Tournament.  This might be one of those things that sounded better in my head, but I gave it my best.

The End

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