Feb 12, 2018 Original Poetry

Transcience
©February 12th, 2018
By Vijaya Sundaram

Wind-chime turns slowly.
Notes on the breeze, muted, sweet,
Speak of yesterday.

Dog on mulch and earth,
Eyes raised to fence, and squirrel
Barks up a fir tree.

The world narrows down.
See this moment unfurling.
See it float away.
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