Ephemera 2 Poem by Justin Aptaker

Ephemera 2



even now has come to an end
the world that once was then
when
the nights were young
full of natural electricity


you may find yourself
standing in a place so unfamiliar
yet so full of such bewildering
similarity
to something you knew before


then,
you may just be watching
the wind as it plays
in ripples on the surface of the water
which passes under your feet
standing on a bridge

Sunday, February 18, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: aging,childhood ,deja vu,ephemeral,flow,growing old,growing up,passing,youth,zen
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