This time on earth

img_8123Where does it go, when the hair recedes—and why does it leave?

And will I go like that too, without any notice

but more a long, slow fade

like snow thawing in a field—

And are we just that then, coming and going?

The right combination of elements


our season of being, now.


About pinklightsabre

Bill Pearse publishes memoir, travel journals, poetry and prose, and lives in the Pacific Northwest.
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7 Responses to This time on earth

  1. ksbeth says:

    that’s all we have. now.

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  2. walt walker says:

    Sounds like a Raymond Chandler book: The Long, Slow Fade. Or a Jay Farrar album.

    I heard it’s better to burn out than to fade away.

    Liked by 1 person

  3. Dave Ply says:

    I can think of someone who might know the answer to all this, but Elvis has left the building.

    Liked by 1 person

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