[yes, yes, I know]

 
 
 
                 yes, yes, I know –
       the ebb and flow 
               in perpetuity
                            ubiquitous          
                   ephemera 
           as now soft daylight slips 
                         from these trees like 
       a pale lace shawl fallen – amorous 
                 the promise of moonrise – but
            still I wonder:
                           where do they go 
             all our dappled afternoons 

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