Wednesday, April 14, 2010

Changes

Whirl me
Like the leaf I would like to become
Borne on a constantly changing wind
Let’s not dwell in the past
The layers of vanished dreams
have vast striations
Of fossilized bones
Crushed in with memory.
Not that we should live for the moment
But let’s at least
Feel it go by.

Gwen Davis

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