Hourglass

On the quietest of nights

I can now hear its roar

 

This current hides calmly

what fate has in store

 

Its crashing is consummate,

my drowning awaits

 

Last bend now approaching

—the hour grows late

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: August: 2020)

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