Imayo for March 18

Laurel leaves falling in spring — they strike the ground delicately and finally

Sun’s transit across the drawn windows — it traced a lonely analemma until today 

Until today things were as they were — the world our grandparents built spinning its human orbit

Tomorrow we shall build anew — raking the endless leaves in the warm spring sun 

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