Three ancient Asian women
Take their morning stand in Walton Square
Moving slowly, silently
In ancestral, sunrise motions
No more cognizant of me as I rush to work
Than are the gnarled cherry trees or
The fountain of spired and bending water
As if to say-note well the difference between
You, the ephemeral, and we, the enduring.
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