Friday, April 10, 2015

sand

aging face
mirror shows
only quickens
never slows

seconds, hours
days and years
memories summon
homesick tears

reaching out
fingers clasp
handle lacking
empty grasp

always hurry
in a rush
they say it flies
it really does

like sand
we watch it
fall

(12/20/06)

1 comment:

  1. This is so lovely...the words resonate deeply.

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