Ordinary Time By Todd Davis

After fiery tongues. After wind all night. After we’ve said

        we’re sorry. This is what’s left. Disheveled hair from fitful sleep.
Hunger for toast and jam. Tea with milk clouding its surface.

        Sons off to school and the house lost to quiet.
Clock on the mantle silent. Key on the sideboard to wind it.

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