The Man Who Collects, a poem written by Bogpan at Spilwords.com

The Man Who Collects

The Man Who Collects

written by: Bogpan

@panbog2

 

The man who collects
evening clocks
has no idea about time.
When some rain.
Yesterday.
Today.
Tomorrow.
(says in surprise)
When you look
and your finger points
somewhere behind the eyes.
“Everything flows and
flows out.”

And the old houses are opening
small umbrellas.

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