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Crone
She is a crone,
a flowing vapor,
an invisible river--
Too fast? Too slow?
What she is? I don't know.
...but I'm caught in her tow
and must go with the change
perpetually to grow in age
sands through a glass
either gold dust or waste
A tree of possibility
her leaves transform seasonally
to fertilize the hope of summer dreams
A personal providence?
Or a bad joke of chance?
...
Sunday 20th June 2021 4:27 am
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