That Man is Ticking

Thank you to The Drabble for featuring my poem!

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That man is ticking
His eyes stare – straight –
Ahead
Unaware.
A child smiles
On a dandelion green,
Sunlight dances
On top of a puddle.
All unseen.
When he lies
Eyes shut tight,
Dew-laiden dandelions,
Glisten –
Over what has been,
Not might.

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