These many, daily, minor
Variations only you
Know, only words remember—
Fading prayer flags on the line
Strung out by the calendar
For winds to read them better—
How much blur can you gather
Before all the words are gone,
Your flags just shredded feathers?
Moonlight blankets white letters.
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