An ending is forcibly also
a beginning–
On the train from the airport,
distant mountains under
alpenglow, the air cold
and friable, and all these
memories like shards,
catching the light
and so irreparable–
a minute passed
is gone.
[Thank you for all your kind comments while I was away– looking forward to catching up on everyone’s posts]
OPTIONAL POETRY 
I like that.
the air cold
and friable
You can feel it in your fingers…
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thanks! and lungs, oy…
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Welcome back!
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mahalo nui loa 🙂
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