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Nov 2021
Time is a strange thing
A story we tell to make sense of events
The crack of a slap on her whiplashed cheek
The yellowing of bruises and dandelions
Whitening hair, receding gums
Ring upon ring of an evergreen tree

The change is unstoppable and
All love mingles with grief
With whole cycles
What shall we do in the face of it
We who know time, no longer young
(If ever we were young, born old)
I do not know

I look to the river
Leaves quivering in Autumn
Sky so blue it hurts to see
Water whorls carry petals
We will burn, return to grave earth
And grow again as part of another
Such it is
Such it will be
K E Cummins
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