by Sanjeev Sethi
You & I are no scholars of horology
but time wraps in bespoke. Detritus
blocks our way, deterring us from
zooming into a xyst. We don’t need
the descant of a dragoman. We know
it’s clock out on a timepiece that refuses
to tictock. When fresh, we lacked the grace
to smell the flowers. Rearranging an old
bouquet is no way to rev it up.
Sanjeev Sethi is the author of three well-received books of poetry. His most recent collection is This Summer and That Summer (Bloomsbury, 2015). His poems are in venues around the world: London Grip, Morphrog 14,3:AM Magazine, Sentinel Literary Quarterly, Spillwords, Visual Verse,Mad Swirl, Indefinite Space, Serving House Journal, Experiential-Experimental-Literature, The Penwood Review,Futures Trading, and elsewhere. He lives in Mumbai, India.
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