The clock ticks tock after tick
her delicate hands in endless repetition
climb her pale face in slow salute
gaining the peak over and over in absolute futility
and sweep down with far less care
still not going anywhere
and it seems she averts her gaze
an expression of absolute despair
© Ann Bagnall

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