“Sweet gift of an extra hour”
–Plath, October 4, 1956
hours of the clock
tick-tock, tickety-tock
solitude of the heart
babum, babum, bummity-bum
bodies lined up, eyes closed
waiting for the call
going somewhere that isn’t home
chuggin, chuggin, chooooo!
what-to-do, what-to-do
chuggin, chuggin, choo choo…
i think she’ll make it after all.
love the beat of this poem!
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😄❤️ thank you!
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you’re welcome! 😀
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