3 o’clock

Look at that house

where I live and make these thoughts move

like clouds overhead

be kind they said

but then sink instead

like smog

cicadas swoop and fall

seeking rhythm

the tick and tock

the children arrive

and turn surprised

to see me outside

at 3 o’clock.

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