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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