Friday, April 3, 2015

The Machine

The Machine

The mechanism is broken.
The chain creaks all night.
Nobody can get any sleep.
The wheel keeps turning,
pulling at something
that is no longer there.
The machine is rusty,
even the birds won’t nest inside
any more.
The field has given up,
before reed
and frogs.

NaPoWriMo Day 3
2015 April PAD Challenge, Day 3

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