The painted flower on the vase
perched on the ledge said:
I am not sitting here
indifferently.
And the clock tick-tocked it away.
The flower in the vase said:
now that I am dried
I see your silent tears.
And the clock tick-tocked it away.
The vanity mirror on the dresser said:
I used to see you
now I can’t
for you like the thin air
have become too clear
rocking on the floating
of all the frozen objects.
And the clock tick-tocked it away.
The poet on the wall said:
this is my heritage to you
pointing at his thick silver hair.
Suddenly the clock stopped
and the door opened
and I
came out of
the hanging frame.