There is no lapse of time.
No tool to cut brain from the clock,
No silence of passage.
(Just a spot at the back of your neck
Where time kissed you on the steps of the school,
Found again in the den of your grandchildren,
Accourding to Kirsten Thorpe:
Date: Tue, 9 Feb 1999 14:13:22 -0500 (EST)
From: email@example.com (Kirsten L Thorpe)
and, this one, this one's like candy, but then it's gone, because it's a
"lapse" but "there is no lapse" and so it's here and gone all at once. i
love clocks in poems, and i can feel this one still wet at the end.