Layer upon layer sunrise and crackle
in that place between radio stations
smoke inversions early frosts or late
snows stealing almond blossoms from us
well we might ask is it we who change
or the haze coming over the world
with each new invention child eyes
seeing one part of the spectrum
the one we reserve for nostalgia
and by the time we turn around
the town doesn't recognize us like it used to
but the coffee shops improve with our aging
who is it exactly that changes certainly
we took note of the phenomenon called entropy
took note and threw it out cleared off the tables
sure the traffic calls out in a different key
an octave far below the familiar dogs
known to sleep through such vibrations
people in caves might notice a shift
that's how fleeting this life how thin the curtains
see how the breeze takes the fabric
and bends it to another older will
that's both out there and in here
where we know there's more than 5 senses
the other hand too the toes
no more counting
keep your geological grumblings
leave me with my ditch dirt
my glazes my pottery
all accidents born in the kiln
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