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THE GOLDEN CLOCK SHOP

Different timings


Suddenly I am brought back
to the clock shop of my youth
golden feelings of cordiality
 from shop owner and peers
he’s a large one and he knows
the time that of each and everyone
shows
as
 clocks are all around me
gold, red, yellow, white
all of them ticking, ticking
all of them running their lives

Little faces circumscribed by Light
ticking, running, waltzing
talking at their very own pace
everyone showing their very own time!

Listening to loving symphonies gone awry
sweet-faced clocks keep ticking away
inside their very own thought lines
little children waking up by their own beat
talking and ticking, laughing, hiccupping
while ringing their tingling bells
wake-up calls have come
for you and me as well


..a small golden memory brought to me from my past with the scene as cordial and sweet and funny as then, it made me laugh when I entered this clock shop then, and it eased my longings for some of my next of kin now….

 Liv Evensen


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