Glitter Drip

such is life

Glitter Drip

The water of my hourglass
                                drops reluctantly
                for fear of drowning.
My nose is burning,
      it's yearning
            with the scent of
  orange dust
                singed on
          sneakers;
and my body blows away
                        in glitter, litter,
          leaves and ash.
So that water,
                          that glitter,
              that litter,
                  those leaves,
          dust and ash
                          might just
                  grow again
                              into a breathing
                                                  fountain.