Time falls
When, after saving the best for last,
the best meets ground
and splatters.
Time falls
with hair, skin,
eyelids. Bodies
will fall with rain.
Time falls with rain.
Like rain it flows into crevices
and pools and is hidden.
Looking up at the sky,
one can see sparrows.
Not time.
Look under your shoe
and see the piece of candy
someone had, once upon a time,
saved.
Dig into the ground and you'll find
time had turned to dust.
No time does not fly, nor heal.