Bundling time away

On the balcony ,now seeing into rain
We will like to bundle our time away
And we gather it up in a piece cloth.
A rag we may call it ,such as we use
In those times common to our women
In a few maps, of blood clots, tissue
Of a gender curse, of children unborn
Of tireless efforts to make them born.
We now put our time away to forget it
On the wall peg, in a needless honor
Of a timeless body, a claypot hanging
With holes of light pouring like rain.


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