several nice turns of phrase and feeling here, Bill.
At this point, however, I sense a chance of drama lost:
Presented
in a crimson Bullova box,
the only surviving remnant,
watch forgotten in squash
change room long ago.
Max in Seattle
On Sep 23, 2014, at 11:48 PM, Bill Wootton <[log in to unmask]> wrote:
> Grandma Beat gave it to me
> for my tenth birthday, the dial,
> the size of the new ten cent bit,
> just right for my narrow wrist.
>
> Thin red second hand jerking
> over solid black numbers,
> luminous lime on gold
> outlined other hands.
>
> Stiff brown leather band
> with flimsy buckle. Presented
> in a crimson Bullova box,
> the only surviving remnant,
>
> watch forgotten in squash
> change room long ago.
> Box still in fine working order,
> now contains badges,
>
> also once worn: The Clash,
> No Nukes, Legalise It
> and, already obsolete,
> a pea-green iPod nano.
>
> Time was on everybody's
> hands back then. Wrist ready.
> Today digital numbers leap
> from mobile phones.
>
> Does it mean anything
> to anyone any more
> to tap on your naked
> wrist interrogatively?
>
> Grandma ran out of time
> a year after gifting me.
> The old box, having seen
> off what it contained
>
> may yet outlive its
> worn wearer.
>
>
> bw
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