Grains Of Time Poem by Kurt Philip Behm

Grains Of Time



A gold mine under a closed saloon,
empty bottle on the bar

While we wait and while we hope,
old memories travel far

Its sidewalks float with the summer rain,
nuggets rising through the sand

What was once will be again
—each grain of time at hand

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January,2020)

Tuesday, January 21, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: time
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