by Iain Crichton Smith
Tinily a star goes down
behind a black cloud.
Odd that your wristwatch still should lie
on the shiny dressing table
its tick so faint I cannot hear
the universe at its centre.
Last updated August 14, 2025
Tinily a star goes down
behind a black cloud.
Odd that your wristwatch still should lie
on the shiny dressing table
its tick so faint I cannot hear
the universe at its centre.