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Times changed

Stay the same

Nothing passes

Only thoughts

There's a perspective 

I try to live in

That recognizes 

Change is the root

Rolling, flowing fleeting

Flying by

Standing still

Arrow, river, treadmill

Illusion

Father

We recreate cages

Trap us in loops

Unending suffering 

Decreasing appreciation 

Of our Life 

Chances that we get to take

I saw a crow using the crosswalk on university avenue yesterday

She stood at the curb-cut, carefully eyeing cars in both directions

Hesitantly she hopped out onto the white-striped walkway, more alert to the oncoming traffic than the throngs of students lining the sidewalks, eyes glued to cellphones, ears only alert to the air-pods playing music for no one but themselves

As the crow and I caught each others’ gaze

She stopped

And I slowed to a roll

For a moment it was just the two of us

Not on a busy, bustling city street,

But caught in a forest path

Paved by timeless feet

From elk, deer, foxes, racoons

Mice, chipmunks, and the occasional human

The crow made up her mind to retreat back to the sidewalk

And I drove on

Left wondering

Do they live in our world

Or do we live in theirs