Just a Matter of Time
broken spindle lay on its side
the stair rail weakened
Can an hour glass turn itself?
no one hastens the seeming repose
splintered spindle reclines in peace
raggedy doll's eyes are closed
and the hour glass gathers dust
objects jog her memories of a fight
spindle in one scarred hand
doll clutched in the other
she turns the hour glass over
day of new beginnings
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2013
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