my one love

but we know how the minutes

but we know how the minutes
but we know how the minutes
fly out into
fly out into
the dark trees
the dark trees
and vanish —W. S. Merwin
and vanish
—W. S. Merwin

2 responses to “my one love”

  1. It’s wild zooming in on those clouds and scrolling across. Such individualized detail. And now windmills should be called cloudmills.

  2. I saw those clouds too, from LYH porch, looked like writing in the sky….like my first name signature…..sky talk.

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