poem in progress

Every time I do this the poem is subsequently abandoned but I hope it will be different this time.

I know the theme here but I have no title and I'm not sure where it's going. Although I know there will be more.

spill
tic
tics
shelf to shelf.
1727
a boy
scratched his name in
a limestone knight.
thumbnail
bursts
grass seed.
drawer jams.
ice
reaches
like a scab
healing
puddles.
sun gathers
dust.
overnight
overhanging rock
fell
tearing
a street's width
of grass.
toast crumbs
cast shadows.
unawake
arguments
overheard
ignored.
bridleway
too muddy to walk.
ship
and rigging
sketched
in cuts
in wood.
brush hair
off a plate.
sweep the floor.
blue
yellow
grey splash
sun
through bottle.

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