She talks to Rainbows...

The tick tick ticking of time

won’t get off my mind

beautiful the afternoon when we realize

long the hours, short the day.

And the weeks wizz by.

Time won’t get off my mind.

the radio wants input

in the background the shrill buzz

reminds me again of the passage

of these hours

golden or gray, red or blue

whatever they are they are in fact sliding away

slipping into depths of murky fishy waters.