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Floating Past
the
fallen kaleidoscope of once-dead life
floats silently past--
wrinkles in a placid reflection,
seeking the final, unhurried
gasp of dusk.
refusing the despair
of a changed form
and smiling
in mockery at the sighs
of a time lost but not forgotten . . .
patience
learned in the long passings
of cycles rehearsed,
tutoring our sullen now
with
invitations to a spring's soft mist . . .
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