Jan G. Otterstrom F.

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HOURGLASS

My time tumbles as grains of sand
in an hourglass, piling fractions
of each day, destiny of dust
a life raveled out to ends
a falling line finally discontinued
in exhaustion as the upper glass
is empty, lower casket full
though my ashes rest, at last
in a heap, that earlier flowed.




Jan G. Otterstrom F. May 1, 2014