The Clouds Slip So Silently By
as do the years,
more slowly
but no less surely
in all their
fourth-dimensional
invisibility
life washes over us
spontaneous
and mutable,
as often as not
evading expectations
in its wake are left
the pools of fond
remembrances
and sorrow
that only deepen
with the distance
and the days
even though “just yesterday”
can no more be re-fondled
than a hundred
or a thousand years ago
Washtenaw County MI:
Spring, 2021
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