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# We Call it the Sands of Time (April 2025)
- URL: https://www.fsm.ink/sands-of-time/
- Published: 2025-06-30T20:15:34.000Z
- Updated: 2026-06-03T17:55:44.000Z
- Author: Walden Hoddie
- Tags: Poetry, #Import 2026-08-03 09:59

*by Walden Hoddie*

Because at each hour, as you  
Walk among the willow trees  
With white pills in your ears  
Wondering how to gloss over  
This uncomfortable moment,  
With the sun in your eyes  
And the riverflies in your mouth,  
Maybe the music will  
 Drown it out  
In the sands of time,  
But generally speaking  
 It doesn’t

Because the sun will go home  
Since mother said to return  
Before the streetlights turned on,  
And your blue rectangle has gone  
To the next song, Big Yellow Taxi  
As the grass turned to pavement  
Under your rubber feet (clop, clop),

Now atop this picnic table,  
The rain and sleet gone,  
Reveals a sketch I etched  
Two years ago—it was of an eye,  
So I cursed the sands of time  
To die, to die  
But it didn’t

And even stranger:  
I seem  
to be  
 sinking

> Walden writes.