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Penelope Shuttle
RUNNING OUT OF TIME
RUNNING OUT OF TIME
RUNNING OUT OF TIME
I was running out of timeor time was running out of me
I was no longer
decades of clear water
Time
was a cache of lions,
the end of all the birds
I was hurrying to catch up with Time,
while Time stayed home
doing the ironing,
folding his minutes,
smoothing his hours,
soon there’d be not a crumpled second
for me to hide in
© 2006, Penelope Shuttle
From: uncollected
Publisher: David Higham Associates,
From: uncollected
Publisher: David Higham Associates,
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RUNNING OUT OF TIME
I was running out of timeor time was running out of me
I was no longer
decades of clear water
Time
was a cache of lions,
the end of all the birds
I was hurrying to catch up with Time,
while Time stayed home
doing the ironing,
folding his minutes,
smoothing his hours,
soon there’d be not a crumpled second
for me to hide in
From: uncollected
RUNNING OUT OF TIME
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