She stares longingly into the future
While she sits atop shifting sands,
Reminding me of an unlikely venture
Time enjoys in many far-away lands.
She, present in wonder-clad glory,
Will soon slip silently away in a story
But I shall tip the hourglass over to see
What will become of her in our history.
written December 16, 2021
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