Ephemera

Yesterday’s mower tracks
wet with morning dew
show in the grass through clinging fog
they hint of a tale not yet forgotten
however inconsequential
of a moment snipped from yesterday
when I was here
when I was

But by noon
the sun hot
the dew dry
the grass standing tall
my legacy has vanished

And so my immortality

Marv Himmel
November 11, 2016 ©

2 thoughts on “Ephemera”

  1. Au contraire, mon frere! Your legacy has not vanished, it has yet to be unveiled. There is a profound irony in the realization that no matter how hard and long one toils to construct a magnificent and everlasting effigy, it is done in the dark, with the light switch tripped only by the designers last breath…

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