In the still quiet air

When the navy dipped night is still young

I think about that old watch

The one that once hung heavy from my neck

How it would catch on anything

On everything

I wonder if I had ever taken the time

To put in batteries

Would I have enjoyed the ticking sound it made

The watch is buried now

In a nest of other baubles and trinkets

Maybe someday I’ll dig it out

Maybe tomorrow

It’s too late tonight

The wind is calling

I should get some sleep

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