Passages by Amanda Conlogueand the wind blows
and the leaves quiver
sighing, always sighing
shaken loose, fluttering
down to rest
among slivers of grass
and I breathe, always breathing
as I watch, blinking
rays of light from my eyes
prisms shifting, turning
like pages in a book
like hands on a clock
tick-tock, oh, how the time passes
11/03/2003 Posted on 11/04/2003 Copyright © 2024 Amanda Conlogue
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