Repeated, some lines

by mistersoto

Repeated, some lines

Repeated
Some lines
A few times every year
Smaller drops
Into the vaster sea
The memory of
Season change
How many times can be recalled?
Even a small number
Begins to blur
To an infinity
When flesh and bone are dust
Eventually the words
Will turn to concrete
Where once there was light
Now there are patterns
Of shade and shadows
Words living on
Beyond and into
Now
From those long gone afternoons in front of
An audience
And the mannered appreciations
To the fully grown tree before
Us now

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