November 3rd 2023
the year runs down
like clockwork
like an iphone
like a spreadsheet
like wine
down my throat
like piss
down the pisser
it just goes
it just goes
it just goes
and before you know it
it’s December
and you remember
what it was
you meant to do
when you had time
to tie your shoe
to make a list
of things to do
this summer
or by Easter
or July
or EOFY
time for coffee
and a movie
at the Sun
before next year’s
begun
and you are back
to square one
except it isn’t
it’s another square
entirely
and you’re running out of squares.
My book of poems, A Day At A Time In Rhyme (Littlefox Press) can be found here: https://www.amazon.com.au/Day-At-Time-Rhyme/dp/0648083861/ref=sr_1_1?keywords=A+Day+At+A+Time+In+Rhyme+Jane+Clifton&qid=1572053238&sr=8-1
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