Then both together.
The second and the minute hand
simultaneous
in the movement
one minute
one second
past twelve. A
fragment of a movement
light reflected on a strand of hair
Rolling clouds
through rotting windows
pass over
poppy fields.
Wistful,
as a sweet wrapper
roly-polying down the street.
Once removed
Separated
Kept
as an old puzzle.
Still belonging!
And still,
the pieces fit together. Both together as a
remembered child.
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