Poem: real time

my clock tells me it is 4:23

but that is not the time

the river knows what time it is

it is time to run to the sunset

the birds know what time it is

it is time to sing praise to the dusk

the sky knows what time is is

it is time to be deep and blue

the trees know what time it is

it is time to stretch bare to the heavens

the sun knows what time it is

it is time to hang still on the edge of the night

i know what time it is

it is time to go home.

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