Everything is temporary
and permanent.

Snow melting in spring
returns each fall

and minds can remember
winter's bitter chill

on the muggiest day
of August. Seasons change

yet cycle back, quit
then re-engage, fail

and succeed. A flower's life,
seed to blossom to seed,

mirrors the beautiful
process of human growth.

For an instant a dancer
sprints across the stage,

red flag unfurled.
Then the color is gone

and yet it remains.

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