this sand
in the hour glass.
trickling
through the narrow
opening, how you'd like
to turn it back
over and start
again.
each day a single
grain
taken back
and redone the way
it should have
been
from the beginning.
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About Me
- Stephen Chute
- west springfield, virginia, United States
- these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
1 comment:
like Philip Levine --
Let me begin again
as a speck of dust
caught in the night wind. . . .
and so on...or riley's poem about It's a Wonderful Life....
this time knowing what it's worth
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