continuum

if change will happen it will

happen now whenever

it happens so simple

yet still fear stays

the turn in the dance

the conversation the poem

where change shifts without

the moment noticed within

light which drifts through a window

or rose petals scattered

across an afternoon floor

oblivious as a sleeping cat

(November 1, 2019)

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