Sunday, April 09, 2006


Stem Winder


The twist of the knob,
the spring winds tight,
the ribbon loosens
until it is light.

A second ticks by,
A second ticks by,
A second ticks by,

Stem Winder.

The time is precise,
the spring runs true.
The moment loosens
without the glue.

A second ticks by,
A second ticks by,
A second ticks by,

Stem Winder.