(un)titled ode XXXIV

she moves
like the breeze
as his heart flutters
like a sparrow

they dance
like flakes of snow
falling
upon a window pane

it lacks the fierceness
of love
but carries the weight
of unspoken promise

two brass gears
in the back
of a grandfather clock
ticking in precision

so softly
as not to break
the momentary hush
of forever gone astray

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