Pieces
your fingers cramped
and you ease your grip
just for a second
but it all starts to slip
dripping from your hand
so many grains of sand
as it falls around your boots
pieces of what was true
retrospect spread on the floor
fantasy you reached into
nothing like you planned
too many grains of sand
Copyright © Jo Bien | Year Posted 2009
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