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Signs of Life
A life that happened when we were not looking
Captured arriving as a digital image
A string of thoughts riding a bicycle
Pictured free-wheeling through a sunny day
Yet beneath the skin of a later vision
Rain tumbling from dark clouds
Caught even then
By a lens that was seeing for us
Signs of life dawdle between shuttering instances
There are visible gestalts – shadow dances
Of day-dreams passing-by
A mélange of cursory detachments
We mistook for a life
Bundles of lost moments
Left on the side of the road
As a life drove hastily on
Copyright ©
Eric Ashford
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