26 June 2006, 2:51 PM
Every breath expands
possibilities, like great gray ships
sailing the azure firmament.
Any moment, they'll release
a flood to bring life
singing from root, bough and twig.
Life as it is
now
will never be again.
That tree will shed at least one leaf;
tomorrow will be something
other than it is today.
Perhaps three or four will sprout;
replace the fallen,
but he will never be;
his like I'll never see
again.
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