I don’t suppose it matters, except to me –
And then again, each one in me changing,
Molecule by molecule,
All in how we count ourselves,
Our grains,
Our thoughts,
Our rush of water through time,
Palms cupped to dip and drink.
This moment I’m by a river,
Drying off.
The sun and I shine.
Tomorrow, maybe moss.
Glittering.
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