11:11AM Eastern Standard Time:
Make a wish,
she whispered.
He looked at his watch.
She always wished
on the time of day.
5:55,
1:11,
even 12:34
at times.
He didn't quite get it,
but he would close his eyes
and wish
for things.
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What is it about that feeling of making a wish? The hope or desire?
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i have wished on everything since i was a kid living in a trailer house...first stars, falling stars, pennies in fountains at the mall, birthday candles, 11:11
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Glad you liked it, Misti. Don't stop wishing.
There is something so mystical about that type of numerical arrangement. I feel I understand 'her' better than the narrator - but I'm glad he was still wishing.
Good poem, Robert.
Look what happens when you reverse these clauses:
"He would close his eyes and wish for things, / but he didn't quite get it."