going on


a haunting reframe
to a flower with no name
it looks at me but once
and turns away
it follows the sun
as it slowly passes by
in time when the sun does set
it will die
only to be reborn
to once more take up its spot
as it follows the sun
across the sky
and looks at me but once
Spirits 140801 5/1999



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