by Luminita Suse

nights line up
on guard
when all that is left
in my hourglass
is a handful
of shiny grains

god when you turn
the hourglass over
please throw
kernels of gold corn
to the raven
that pecks at my life
a grain per day

Published in Spirit Eyes and Butterflies, TOPS, 2011

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