Parading

one affection like curtains blown open in wind,

whose minutes, seconds, fragrance,
whose minutes, seconds, fragrance,
whose minutes, seconds, fragrance,
choices,
choices,
won’t sadden the heart to recall. —Jane Hirshfield
won’t sadden the heart to recall.
—Jane Hirshfield

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