Here Today
And there he was, gone
A blur in the night
A veer to the right
Then nothing at all
Like incense smoke
And a fleeting joke
A dog’s tail wag
Or a sudden trip
When switches flip
And the wry dice roll
A look to the left
No-one’s bereft
But nothing’s the same
A dash in the day
And he’s on his way
Like a soaring swan
🦢
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© Sab Will 2022