Francesca Martin - Time

It belongs to a different era of my mind.

The sands flipped by careful hands
to start and end over again,
until the glass cracked.
Grains slipped through my fingers-
Memories passed.

I can blink.
No more fear of missing
a number on a revolving wheel.
Lost time.

Francesca Martin

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