you have sand
in your shorts,
in your shoes,
your ears
and hair.
there is sand
in your suitcase,
in the floor
board of your car.
there is sand
in the creases
of your hand.
there is sand
in your eyebrows,
in the corner
of your mouth.
you are an hour
glass spilling
sand out. you
wonder if you left
any of it behind.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
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