Wednesday, October 21, 2015

On Being Displaced

a silver gray hair
fine as silk
falls through the air,
cat eyes watch
as it descends
in front
and down
to the ground
where
it lies
at
rest;
a moment in time
fleeting
briefly ending
as it began,
disturbing the
unseen
silence
around
it;
and,
as it fell
displaced
what was there
noticing
not
its new creation
or the
removal of
the old
one.

25Dec14

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