[183] The Moment

Leaves are turning

outside my pane

yellow toned

to awaken our brains

the traffic humming

with nothing to gain

the world turning

as time stands still

yet, only for a moment

the clock strikes two

Some are leaving

some are coming

those remaining

pick up the drumming

race, race

to a better place

ding, dong

the clock strikes thrice

the end is near

—where are all,

the tender hands?

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