'Residue of a Raspberry Reduction'


This morning, as I turned to the clock,
I began to hear its tick,
its subtle heartbeat;
An echo traveling through the room,
ever so present,
like a sleeping dog in a corner.

This morning, as I cooled my tea with a blow,
I noticed the sound,
the collapse of the waves,
just beyond main street; The steady ebb and flow
like a composed Wagner waltz.

And now, as the sun hits its highest point,
I can hear remnants of your steady breathing from last night,
like a tune that's been playing
in my head for years now.

e.campagna