An antique annular clock
is, I think, my most
unusual possession.
Age unknown, yet still
it kept time until I
wound the spring too tight.
I didn’t know how much
my strength would be.
Once loud filled my house,
now it silent sits, curious,
fearful of more damage.
It sits horizontal with
numbers on rotating top.
Its base holds the “works.”
Only one other have
I ever seen and that
in techno museum with
other’s “works” exposed.