On Things That Do Not Keep Time

Here, in the living room The clock strikes, measuring time But doesn't tell the time it takes A geranium to break its bud And spend its lemon-scented destiny in bloom Nor name the hour In which the child claims words For frog, for friend, for rain Or wonder at a praying mantis On the doorscreen Takes no account of days The Heart will need To grow in wisdom, and the head To hold, until at last The heart and head are whole.

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