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Moving Away

Posted: Sun Sep 24, 2017 10:38 am
by Don Schaeffer
When life is temporary
you begin throwing things out,
the meta-static things
whose worth dissolves.
.
I toss the woman
who passes me on the street
with a pleasant look
I will never meet.
a meta-stat to me.
.
I toss the colored eyefulls,
transitory globes
of what we name light.