All the ways from California
Massachusetts too
We were upside down rosie ran round
And I heard her sound the dinner bell
Too late for talking too old for thinking too tired for blinking too bad
We ran out of wood
So dark quiet could
Find us through the fire cracks

She tried going with the wind
Tried calling out to kin
Tried strutting with her chin held high
The way that can't be named
Is one in the same
With the dirty politicians game
She cried

Slippin' out my grasp again
Sun-beaten moon-seasoned hands shake

First hand ticked for a minute
Second tocked for an hour
Onlooked the window flowers
In time
As third raced for the second
The clock tower beckoned
And the window flowers kept on looking on

The sundial sought permission
From the unlikely woman
Who was twirling out
The door
To be wound just like the clock
Every item in its spot
Order well earned and hard fought

For she chirps by the hour
Morning bird, night owl
Musters all her power
To sing
She's the clock don't she know it
Every pen-stroke every moment
Delivering or missing
Her lines

And the cats in the yard
Meow for their ritual reward
As the clocky woman cracks
The sill
I feel for her sins
And I relish in her grins
And the time it takes to embrace her
Again

Slippin' out my grasp again
Sun-beaten moon-seasoned hands shake

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Writer(s): Eli Schwarzschild, Hannah Strickland