Changes

Time flew in the merest breeze,

there was barely lift for our fragile kite,
yet it carried on. It was a paper plane,
moved by the draw back
of diary scribbles,
it read of those,
and it past on.
..
.

On the ground
it landed, resurfaced
an unexpected desert spring
and the waters travelled. It became a
sand river in an hourglass and each 

grain knew the upside, downside turns.

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