1:27 It is always a few minutes shy of half-past, some odd hour of no consequence, a mid-day cigarette break down in a glass room coughing up its soul on the threshold; sometimes, it is a dark blue night, a time still too early for sinners and a little too late for the honest ones - but there are too few of those. It is waning: hesitating close to the stroke of “we are only midway” and midway is a sanctuary for the uncertain. Everyone has somewhere to be on the hour; shadows crawl with the sun, cities teem with time running across the streets, time slipping through traffic, time standing still on the crossing, cigarette in hand, hesitant: mid-way smile for a mid-way moment of no importance, a few minutes shy of half-past, some odd hour of too much consequence. . . Words by F . . #wordsbyf #wordsonapage #words #writersofig #writerscommunity #poetry #poetsofinstagram #poetrycommunity #poetsofig #poetryisnotdead #writersnetwork