Time's arrow careens,
arching over hilltops
and through ravines,
jostling surreally
in the buffeting breeze;
in its wake,
bent grass blades and reeds;
its shadow far too
far away to see,
too unresolved
to fit in the scene;
reminding onlookers
to perhaps now believe
that in a few instants hence
there'll be fresh, new things.
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