Where did you come from?
Flitting thing in the corner
of my eye, or imagination.
Where did you come from
to corner with your flutter
the ends of my attention?
You left no footprint.
But for the bend of a branch,
The elastic world would never know
that you came and went.
If not for the shift of an inch,
I would not have seen you come, or go.



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