The Old Man And The Heron
November 15, 2021
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December 15, 2021


Written by Katrina Crespin

Time whispers
a voice honeyed jasmine
thick with moss.

She has grown old
against the evening sun,
enveloped in the dust of dusk.

In the reflection
of stagnant pools,
she doesn’t ripple.

Merely notes
the landmarks of her face,
the constancy of her mind.

Time staggers forward.

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1 Comment

  1. Terry says:

    Interesting use of the word stagger with time.
    I think of time as steady, unwavering, and unstoppable in its progression.
    But, perhaps it sways from side to side?

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