(Winner of Glebe Books Poetry Cup)
by Philip Norton aka Preachermansays
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in the face of the clock
a constellation of minutes
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after they had all sat down to dinner,
in walked
an uncomfortable minute
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the minute he touched her was
longer than most
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it can also be pronounced
minu te
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the war had been such a mess;
many minutes are still unaccounted for
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in a minute he would arrive home,
but it was such a dark corridor
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more precious than a diamond in the crown,
a minute on the throne
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the snowflakes fell
as alike as minutes
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for a minute he thought
he had met her before
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there's the year, the decade, the century, the millennium,
and then there's the minute
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the minutes, like blackbirds,
hovered high above
in circles
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each minute is a poem
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just a minute