Not to be outdone


Not to be outdone
he tore
the sharp brass blade
from an old sundial.
Dissembowelled the grandfather clock
removed the pendulum
and waited
net in hand
to catch any fleeting
second,
tic
or toc
that
might have lurked
awaiting
time to flee

To his dismay
when stepping out
no matter how still
he stood
his shadow moved.
A human sundial
with his hair ruffled by time.
 

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