I can’t not see the things I do
When I look through my eyes:
The sky’s a shade of blizzard blue;
The moon is on the rise;

A flock of geese is flying south;
They form a perfect “V”;
The river’s widest at its mouth
And empties in the sea.

And yet, for all that I perceive
The countless goings-on,
I find it hard to disbelieve
How quickly they’re all gone.

No sooner do I fall asleep,
They slip beneath the tractless deep.

Photo by Egor Vikhrev on Unsplash

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