Anicca


Sometimes 

we hold Impermanence

as though she 

were 

a cluster

that could be held-

everlasting gems flowing over the brim of a diamond studded purse

sometimes 

we don’t notice

how daisies drip

sherbet colored icecream dew,

expect butterflys to swim in winter,

and go looking for her

amongst fallen leaves and things

a bit of lipstick here and there…

forget who paints the sky…

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