She hooked her
feet around the chair legs
and hummed to her favourite
song. Half past eleven.
She spied on the clock's
fingertips as they brushed
the left side of it’s face,
until the view was blocked…
It was him,
in the hat. The white
pom-pom sat on his ear,
and the red velvet hugged
his head. He looked ridiculous.
Last year, she would have smiled,
but right now she pressed
her fingers to her ears
and hoped the seashore would
blur her vision.
She saw tired ships
lonely grains of sand and
heard chimes singing in the
distance.
She glanced at the time,
and they got louder.
The clock raised it’s arms
in the air and celebrated the season.
Yet still, her feet tightly embraced
the chair legs.
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