Thursday, March 13, 2008

dst

(a poem by banne, the coolest girlfriend ever)

the hours do not mean
what they used to mean
here in this planet
where the sun suspends its setting
the hours do not say
where my shadow must fall
but the sand in the glass
fall steadily
and the snow lingers
(anyway)

where you sleep
the clock does not forget
but how do you love me
on daylight saving time?

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