Winds move through,
parts of me leave,
caught and dispersed
as I watch, sun glinting
on bright tips, my eyes
straining as the sun sets,
the delicate strands held
aloft before a current
carries each to the far
place of memory.
—C.L. Fisher, July 2021
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