Three A.M.

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In that space
between screen
and glass,
a spider's web
becomes
sheet music
for another
evening; snow
falls outside
in flakes
too numerous
to count; two clocks
chime the same
half hour a minute
apart, reminding me
my lover has forgotten
the words and I
am left to hum
only a melody

Revision

Three AM

In that tiny space
between screen
and glass,
a spider’s web
becomes
sheet music
for another
evening; two
clocks chime
the same half
hour one minute
apart: a reminder
my lover has
forgotten the words
and I am left to hum
only the melody


I may have put this revision in the wrong spot. Here it is again:

Three A.M. (Revision #3)

In that close space between screen and glass,
a spider web becomes tiny sheet music
for another evening

two clocks chime the same half hour
one minute apart: a reminder
my lover has forgotten the words
and we are alone in interlude