Wisps of Recollections
Like
wisps of
soft white spores -
those vague remnants -
are recollections wafting through my mind -
sun-gold heads of spring I no longer hold,
Yet I can glimpse
when they turned
into
fluff.
I
recall
my young self
blowing off the
fluff of seeds . . . wishing time would pass quickly.
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