Sand Glass

It described such a face,
smiling to him-as often it did it.
In its imagination, as with at school,
carried this uniform of the street Mary Magdelene'
a white button to the top of shirt maker
and a skirt of plaid blue and gray-and although it was the same uniform other girls carried,
it was there had always been, for him,
something different about the manner
bushed it;
fairest complextioned she supplemented.
Sand in the glass, seconds were like years.

by James McLain

Comments (5)

Very unusual theme yet greatly appreciated. It confused me a little at the beginning but it just keeps interested all the way....thanks for sharing sir!
A very vivid description of the event which makes the reader able to visualize a poem.Great work.
...........a very unusual theme for a poem.....enjoyed...
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