Sunday, August 16, 2009

Time

A moment spared,
an allotment of time,
the frozen sand of the hourglass...

I lie in summer's sweet forgetfulness,
all cares of the world melting from my rigid shell.
These calloused hands have cured my furrowed brow.

The only probe left is the bittersweet taste in my mouth
that tells of summer's fast-approaching farewell.

But I shall clear my thoughts and close my eyes,
and for a while, be at peace.

1 comment:

  1. woo hoo!!!! no more WORK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! (and the crowd goes wild!) can't wait to see you!

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M is for Margaret, who was swept out to sea...