Jack

Cycles, dust motes, dragonflies,
Lyrics to a reel gone by,
Are to me nostalgic song.
In the window will I see
Restored, revised, new memory?
Eventually all hopes are clouds.

Fall sunlight suspends
A speck of regret.
In clouds, through windows,
There! - it flies off.
Here sometimes and then not.

Live
Eat
Why?
I
Sleep.