Sunday, November 7, 2010

Standard times


Time travels 'cross the months of day—
an hour lost, then found.
But night has lost its feigned delay,
and body clocks rewound.

Cavemen—they knew the mark of noon
and equilibrium.
In modern times, clocks peak too soon
until the fall has come.


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more "falling back" poems in today's The New York Times
placed in Poets United Poetry Pantry: Week #16