Clock of the Académie Française, Paris
Andre Kertesz (1932)
No one would ever look for me
here he thought, settling back
amid the ancient clockworks
and even if they did, I’d hear
them coming; I’d still have
plenty of time to jump. Plenty.
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It does look like a great hiding place!
Plenty of time but you would have to break the glass. A nice dark poem.
Wow, that is an arresting perspective! Well done!
I love the shadowy darkness of this poem!