Saturday, September 18, 2010

Magpie Tales 32


A stingy creation of man

we are cursed
by its gritty currency
that will not be told
to sit still or held
but sifts through the fingers
and is lost in yesterday
and the days before
until reduced to memories
or specks of sand
one indistinguishable
moment from the other.

© 2010 Michael A. Wells

Magpie Tales 32

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