Spring Walk
©April 15th, 2019
By Vijaya Sundaram
Forsythia brightens into yellow
And the grey air dances around it,
Like a sylph enraptured by matter.
The dog’s ears blow back
As we walk into the windy day.
It’s this simple:
You, and you, and I, and
Our sweet cloud-grey dog
Hold back the ravages of time
In singular moments.
It is this which I shall imprint
Into the clayey reaches of my mind
As the years pile on each other
And time with cruel fingers
Plucks away our memories.
At the end, when all is gone,
These will remain – these,
And other moments held in
Words, held in emotions,
Held in images held in
Words held in emotions held in
Images, while rain falls
Steadily, steadily down
Drawing a curtain over it all.
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