Wait a second
Wait a second
Look here,
You’re telling me
I get an extra second?
2009 is a Leap Second Year?
News to me.
I can see it now,
Times Square on New Year’s Eve
Thousands waiting, counting
down the brilliant ball
10-9-8-7-6
Wait a second!
Now,
5-4-3-2-1
Happy New Year!
My recliner is my Times Square if I’m awake.
May I grab my second from those New Yorkers ?
Even better, from Sydney way down under?
No, wait til midnight I am told.
What to do with this magical gift?
Kick the cat?
Sip some wine?
Blow my nose?
Write a line?
I will put mine in a bank, I think,
A bank of seconds for future use
To shoot the finger
throw a kiss
add one last breath
or take a piss.
Wait a second!
Hear me now!
Don’t forget!
I want those old seconds I have missed.
I’ll bank them like found money that
gathers interest every day.
Watch them grow into minutes, hours, days
Until at last it will be time
to say goodbye to 2009.
Happy New Year!
Kay L. Cox
12/08
Monday, December 29, 2008
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1 comment:
Kay - this poem is FABULOUS!!! I love it. I'm opening my own second bank as we speak. Brilliant and fun and festy.
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