flying up in the sky
runs along the ground
where there used to be a tree.
Sunrise and moonfall, transitory.
Sparks fly up into
the cold of the night,
a baby takes a breath
and her mother says goodbye.
Sunrise and moonfall, transitory.
Memento mori.
A Magnolia tree
pink and white
loses all its blossoms
in the rainstorm overnight.
Sunrise and moonfall, transitory.
I’m not ready
for the rain to stop just yet,
I’ll continue walking
though I am getting wet.
Sunrise and moonfall, transitory.
Memento mori.
It’s a song I wrote as I carried mail yesterday and today.
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