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Missing

 

Where has he gone?  Where is he?

Missing?

 

Parts of the same wind

Separate the air into compartments

This gust is lilac and pine

That gust is hay and horse

Another flurry brings a whiff of tobacco

 

Passing through crowds of particles that tickle our olfactory senses

Everything re-mingling

Recycled, replenished, renewed

 

Our bodies are cloud bursts of aromas

Carried upon the same wind

Gusts and blustering give us our identity

 

But try to separate each for the other?

Futile

Appearing.  Disappearing.  Our particles indestructible.

 

Where are you?  Where have you gone?

Missing?

 

Who are we who move between the realms

Where even atoms cannot follow?

And what we leave, remains, not gone.

 

In the breeze, particles infused with memory scents

That sunset amongst the pines where lilacs bloomed

The stables close by

An old man with a pipe

For that moment on the wind

You are found.

 

 

 

Suzy Miller  2016

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