Second Hand

He called her bella

for beautiful

but their time

had run out.

Like a child

she gathered

shoes

buttons

bottle caps

in her blue

wagon and

on the corner

she gave treasures

to the boys

and girls who

crossed her path.

He watched her

from a distance

her hurried steps,

patient smile.

She loved

the simple

but she ran

to the beat

of a second-hand

too fast for him

to catch up.

In my advanced poetry class we are working on writing poems based off of music, rhythm, or sound. As I began writing, I found I was inspired by the ticking of a clock. The constant ticking, for me, resembled heartbeats and the uncertainty, or anxiety that centers around change and the fear of the future. I hoped to capture that feel through the short lines and meter of the poem.

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