Poem: Hourglass | Poetry | Hudson Valley | Chronogram Magazine

what a splendid gift they’ve given me
an hourglass for my desk
now I can spend an hour or maybe three
thinking an hour less

time can’t be wasted if you have the time
to dream and wish and when
the sand falls to a thin white line
I’ll turn the glass again

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