seagulls soar on the currents of the skies
motor cars roar on the concrete of the highways
winds runble through winter trees
their branches tremble, announcing their arrival,
moments seem like minutes while days
seem like hours as the time passes slower
than our thoughts seem to last... we turn
fantasies into dreams and ride the sky's
currents as if we were eagles, streaming
past others on the highways as if we were
the wind blasting through winter trees...
we know not what we know not and
wonder if that is the right way to be for
someone who possess the insights that we do,
but for every reminder of life's fragility,
there are multiple birth announcements
causing us to stop buying gifts for the child.
27 February 2023
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