perish the fresh
in one life long day
nothing comes
that does not go away
the river's illusion
passing through
in spite of you
in passing time
does not follow dates
a straight line
in any situation
making hours minutes
excited heartbeat fast
slow when tired
thirty-two years of teaching
into a forty-six minute lesson
the river surges
pushed by a storm
down mountain slopes
into fountains' water
in weekend parks
and Old Faithful families
up from the depth of the cauldron
here in a flash
now gone
4-21-16
