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A Poem called "Three"



Three by Beth Achenbach

Three o'clock in my pocket
but that's not really the time.
All things skewed 
in such a way
that the hour is not on my side.
Lengthy chatter,
rapid, muted talk
briefly touches a biased ear
that is half listening and
trying to counter punch my lines
before three words escape my lips.
I found this poem today in my first Moleskine book that was gifted to me from my girlfriend. It was dated 2008, had a few more lines and was unfinished. As I read it and re-read it a few times I came to the conclusion that those extra lines belonged to an entirely different poem! So it was finished all along and I didn't realize it until now in 2017.  
Beth


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