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Spiralling




Spiralling

 
 

The notes of the insects buzz

spiral up, pause, and rise again —

a fractal sound.

The blue jay wings its way higher,

circling in the sunlight.

Each second, I am a second older.

Each breath I breathe holds new air.

Even when I think I am the same,

I move forward.

 

 

Terri Simon

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