Thursday, May 30, 2013

Sundial poem

The shadow of my finger cast
divides the future from the past.
Before it stands the unborn hour,
in darkness
and beyond thy power.
Behind its unreturning line
the vanished hour
no longer thine.
One hour alone is in thy hand;
the now
on which the shadow stands.
Found in Old Town Albuquerque Plaza

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