On the Wind

DoubleU = W

grass pulled blade by blade

gathered into small bundle

and given over to the good

cheer of the passing breeze

thrown, carried on the wind

scattered without regard

such is also this instant,

this day, this thought, this

life – all coming only to

be placed on the shoulders

of a passing wind and

taken from us forever


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