every day comes . and goes like a passing train . with unknown cargo
we try to lay claim . to the moment, even though . it’s only passing
unlike the sundial . that counts only sunny hours . we must count them all
to see a moment . is to live in its passing . and smile when it’s gone
moving in circles . it’s difficult to notice . the road has passed by
passing another . on the path, two futures meet . for just a moment
there will be a time . after the rainstorm passes . when the sky is calm
the mid-night thunder . becomes just a memory . as night becomes day
just when one season . becomes too familiar . it becomes the next
something we dwell on has likely been forgotten by others involved
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