Life Stories
Reality, given time, returns to fiction.
The character you play now,
writes-on hurriedly,
records a yesterday,
and conjectures a tomorrow,
oblivious
to the ephemeral nature
of both.
Few simply pause,
to watch,
how time and place
float away,
just as light
as any dandelion seed
upon a puff of wind.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2024
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