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Ephemeral

By Lee A. Nelson

So much joy

to grasp.

It's always there

everywhere

constant as sky

and grass

and the truth is

to know this

and act on

this

is a job and

 

we have those.

We're exhausted.

 

I shovel snow

at 7 degrees

and near 50

and see my face

in my truck window

as I'm ecstatic

I'm not at work.

 

Some weathered guy

in his tired

utility hat

and coat

stares at me

in thick grey

man

even transparency

can't hide.

 

He's happy,

I'm happy

but neither of us

know who we are

anymore

and we

suddenly recall

we don't grasp

the ephemeral.

We do not.

 

 

We've been there.

Hold on to it

too long

and one of us

will die.

 

 

 

 

 

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