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Thoughts on time and space and the future…

Red Leaves

Projection of thoughts…
Time slips by underfoot
like time-lapse photography terrain.
The sun implodes…
A clear illumination in its place,
replacing secret shadows –
but some shadows still exist.

We will walk to the green banks;
Isosceles triangle angles
soaring up from
transparent-blue water;
motionless
a line of red trees,
all the same and different
in a row that moves
through forever.

We will rest
under the red leaves,
and with clear eyes
follow their line.
We will drink lemon-water,
and new fermentations-
Designer food.

We will toss dreams in the air;
like spores they will fly
to future points along the river,
then circle around
and return as
breezes at our backs
rustling the red leaves.

M.Ugulini

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