Fay Slimm.

Happenings

 

 

 

Happenings

 

Gazing through shadow to uplit green
I see sycamore\'s golden-glint shades
lose a few leaves in fate\'s wind-cruise
spin to watery disintegration, weaving
anew destiny\'s shape-changing azure.

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Pool\'s silence breaks in liquidy unrest
as newt struggles with live moth-bait
then birds take a dive to snatch meals
of flies untroubled by oncoming death 
as I uncover ways of indifferent nature. 

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Cobwebbed with questions every today
I view happenings that forecast endings
to all beginnings thru\'which life rushes
ecstatically tomorrow will crumble away
but nothing can alter the constant of us.

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