i have had <br />that round faced <br />stone in <br />my hand <br /> <br />i felt its potential <br />for perfect <br />roundness <br /> <br />it was smooth and it <br />could make <br />a difference <br /> <br />it could be something <br />greater <br />beyond itself <br />beyond the concealment <br />of my hand <br /> <br />i see time shrinking <br />like a drying bubble <br />of rain <br />on the ground <br /> <br />and so i threw the stone <br />away <br /> <br />no one knew it <br />i was not that interested really <br />about potentials <br />or about <br />perfection <br /> <br />time shrank <br />what is the use of hope?<br /><br />RIC S. BASTASA<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-time-shrinks/
