Time

by BOB GALLO   Apr 8, 2021


So much passion altering from feeling to action,
measuring the seas of boulders and rocks
with the broken cup of sculpted stones.
In the river that course-sieves brutes,
to the perfect curvature of sands
softened enough
to pass through the throat of
hourglasses.

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