POETRY: PAUL LIEBER – MOTHER IS A STOPPED CLOCK

Mother is a Stopped Clock Have you ever stumbled on one? The hands at impossible positions You try to adjust it, but you wind up tossing it out though the numbers are clear as numbers can be. Mother’s fingers travel over ivory as she forgets arthritis and picks out timeless standards. But she’s lost. She’s […]

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