7,220 DAYS:A MUSEUM OF HENRY

Sow, Sown, Explown

Sow, Sown, Explown: a poem

THIS WATCH IS A CLICKER
OF MY TIRED FEET
AND HE SAY BEEP-A-LEEP
WHEN QUIET STREETS ALL ASLEEP

NOW ON A BRIEF NIGHT
WITH RAIN A BRIEF SIGHT
BID THE FLOCK
HOLD IT STRAIGHT
FLUTTERING LIKE AN EVENING GOWN
SON, DIGGY, GET IT DOWN
BRAVER PEOPLE MADE THIS TOWN

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