Clocks Are Long

clocks are long about now, they are long for now. we are

in town skipping with baskets mostly at the market and the

day goes forever it seems, it is close enough to fact that

daylight isn’t such a foil, night isn’t such an impending foil,

when skipping in town with baskets baying babes in blankets in

town, and such a grimy gust this love is parading barefoot in

the square, dirty feet are stomping in no pattern at all as we skip

together from most

about anyplace to this