it was in that moment

that felt like a wind
whirled...
had taken the short path
against my grain

Another chapter?
I presumed.
With the feel of fall
a few falling leaves
and a cluster of swallows
dancing across
the blue and white
I was the unfinished sentence

how intrinsically bound
we are to time and its
deep pockets of change

I now know
how light life becomes
and
how heavy, memories are

finding myself bearing tears
for that, which I am not sure.
noting for evidence they make way
even in the apex of a smile

Cee Bea

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