Saturday, June 2, 2007

Earthquake

Earthquake
Quiet ticking of the clock,
No chimes, just telling the time,
Early morning, before the sunrise.

Deep below the earth
Where the molten rock flows
A shifting ridge
And above where the cold river flows
A tremor starts--
It shakes the buffalo in their stalls
Shakes the house in the village
Shakes the apartment in the city
Shakes the beds and the clock
Ticking on.
The tremor starts, and still--
Quiet ticking of the clock,
no chimes, just telling the time,
Early morning before the sunrise.

But the doors still swing from the shaking.

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