The oldest clock

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Photograph I : Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

The oldest clock

I entered his Home,

before the doorbell,

after one time of two times.

He looked at me, twice and then

we embraced and kissed, as always.

He looked at me, more than twice

and the whitest coat of all times

was respected, in his hands.

Then again, he said I changed,

twice again.

I heard it, immediately, I did not see,

the clock watched a new wind.

It was a sound, you cannot feel,

where it takes me, all along a year, twice.

It was a Manic Monday, that day.

I got my ice cream, Dame Blanche

with whole nuts.

I learned how to count my coins,

by small fingers.

The joke is not mine.

The theatre of the world has been

learned in all a Roman library.

For those, who do not listen.

I remember, how he walked me Home,

over again.

We did not talk, he watched me

by the suit that bought me.

Petra Cecilia Maria Hermans

Europe, the Netherlands, Tilburg,

January 9, 2020

© 2020 Petra Hermans

Photograph II : The Crystal Ball in the middle of my window

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