Hourglass

Once more, at the window, I'm begging time
to hurry up, be swift, replace
this year with another, to fly me across
the troubled days and set me down

sooner in a place of peace,
where I'll finally spread my blanket and wish
for time to linger, cease its rush,
leave all as it is.

Elise Hempel

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