is so ordinary.
How sad that our children grow up
even sadder that we rush them.
Four years spent
taking pictures
trying to hold onto something
that
by its nature
is forever
beyond grasping.
(parigraha)
Intellectually
artistically
I've known this all along
but
only in the past weeks
have I found the courage
(?)
to feel the
words
that
name this sadness.
How amazing that something
so magical
is
so ordinary.
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