Impermanence | poetry

A squirrel ran across the path as she walked deeper into the grove.

A bird in the canopy above uttered a sad lamentation.

Her face was shaded from the sun as she made her way to the edge.

Her fear vanished as she began the descent,

the water droplets pausing on her skin, then plunging, coaxing her downward.

Her heart did not break as she lay dying in her pool of tears.

That was the reason for which she came.

She thought for a moment that maybe he’d followed.

The water splashed around her face, each droplet, its own sound.

She imagined she heard him calling from above.

She closed her eyes and did not answer.

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