#140 - groundhog year itself

21.5.20

140

groundhog year itself

a duty to make days different

see further in

to the narrowing world

you can still smell the turning

how do we call all this the one colour?

never noticed before

duty to tell days apart

and look more closely

here we are again in the mirror

wallaby wooded

only the glimpse

unseen and gone again

they say life flashes before your eyes

but this is the show must go on

have to have guessed a way here

I don’t know what I meant

that’s why

go where I have been

but no two moments inhabit here

sometimes it’s as if there were choices

then we are feted

I am passing  

all worlds are

come smoke

it’s you

you’ll need rid of me

here we are burning piles in May

still mosquitoes

each frond of the fire

for never again

every day makes me different of course