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I Hate Pockets

by Angie Jenkins

God waves him in front of me.
Side to
Side. Side to
Side.
Tick.
Tock.
I reach for him but trip
on my own two feet.
Tick.
Tock.
I want him. I need him.
Tick.
Tock.
“Too late,” God laughs.
He hides the man in his pocket.

02/06/2010

Posted on 02/07/2010
Copyright © 2025 Angie Jenkins

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Joe Cramer on 02/07/10 at 09:26 PM

... excellent.....

Posted by Glenn Currier on 02/24/10 at 06:58 PM

Poems about time and its Father fascinate me. Maybe because I am so old. :-) We can always hope for a hole in the pocket. Thanks.

Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/19/10 at 08:24 AM

I wish I could say God won't always tease that way, but it's something I don't know. This said in a few words what others (including myself) try to accomplish in volumes, and so perfectly.

Posted by Jody Pratt on 09/26/12 at 05:20 AM

Alison said it all, "This said in a few words what others (including myself) try to accomplish in volumes, and so perfectly."

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