Green Peas at Stake

Places

Time tick-tocks
at a beach where
I loitered among a thousand
heads, winging shadows, tumbling
into hollows
of damp sand, searching;
then, on the stairway where I first
saw you in shaky heartbeats,
although I had met you
a hundred times before; in
the places where you explored
me, caressing in
the nightlong frenzy of
your game; and at
the exit where you
spun away, dancing into
the cobwebs.



Prompt: We don't always count our time in hours, days and years. T.S. Eliot's Prufrock says "I measured out my life in coffee spoons." Some count by the weeks till vacation, hours classes till the end of a school day, months to summer, regrets, For this prompt, write a poem which addresses the passage of time in an unconventional way.