By the movements of the wind
Are dead as sandy footprints
And yet something’s carried forward
By the yes and no of its waves
Proud of its penmanship
In the writing of our lives
On whirling leaves and shells
Where there’s no delete history
To press no mechanical relief
But grazing on light
Continually
Like a plant the earth
Follows the sun
Leaving darkness in its wake
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