together we watched as time slipped by,
each moment a separate leaf
caught in a river's current.
we understood that we were like the leaves;
souls floating through time and space.
and, caught up in a draft,
we may have touched once
or more.
but we remain as we always were,
two leaves in the stream,
grasping for our few moments of time.
4/20/1991
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