Tuesday, May 11, 2010

yesterday

Yesterday




Yesterday

Grows longer/

Tomorrow grows shorter

With each breath--

Each tale we create

About ourselves

Becomes old news

After one telling.

We ascend to the top

Of the hourglass

With each grain of sand:

And then

The journey ends,

And we return

On angels’ wings

With the knowledge

We’ve acquired.

We, the doves,

Returning to the ark,

Announcing dry land.


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