Time’s Arrow Yet Again
as snow falls silent, deep, and slow throughout
this day, and not a person doesn’t fling
his imprecations at the sky in doubt
that they will ever hear a robin call
outside an open window, or breathe deep air
so warm and moist as flowers dying fall,
young mayflies rise their pendent time to dare.
Even now we find it helpful to distrust
time’s power to work all living things to dust.
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