Standish Library

Standish Library A Poem By AIDAN FITZSIMONS   There is a tall clock on the front wall Facing all of Standish Library Does not tick or seem to move at all It does when you don’t look But the time is often off   A giant sun shape Brass, gold, dull, heavy, painted, fake The clock is as long as me But it never expands or shines or changes or burns Which is how you know it is not me And not the sun, see   Even though I know it’s fake It feels imperial, definitive Its rays radiate evenly …

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