Time Runs Out

by James Robert Rudolph


A cataract of sand,
brown tumble of time,
hourglass, grainy transfer of time,
tipped hourglass, the ∞ of infinity.

The quiet rippling, unheard,
ears uncocked to the soft drop,
scurrying distorted through curved glass,
hard to see clearly through this lens.

Balance lost,
bottom-heavy now,
all coursing slows, then
a frozen dune under glass,
which no wind will sculpt.


Copyright © 2015 by James Robert Rudolph

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