Becoming Yesterday

Like a glint of sunlight reflected off glass
Like a blur of breath on a mirror’s surface
Like early morning frost outside of the window

Like raindrops caught between pine needles
Like caliginous verglas on old worn dirt roads
Like a paroxysm of sunset painted in cloud wisps

Like the unsure shadow of the waning moon
Like bubbles formed on a fresh stream’s surface
Like summer sunlight filtered through leaves

We; come, leave
Only frail failing fleeting impressions
All desperately bright, effervescent, alight; spark, flame, ash
Capable of nothing
More than a memory and thought distorted
After image
Fast becoming yesterday

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