christmas is the smell of auto rickshaws
and the new year comes and goes and comes again
but nothing feels new
my dogs still wag their tails when they see me
as if discovering for the first time how much they love me
and the seasons turn in much the same way
has anything changed?
every day we do the same things with our bodies
our tongues move in the fixed ways
constant numb heart beats
the kettle boils
trees stand where they stand
saturn still has rings
yet something changes
we feel it in our blind human way
in expanding waistlines
fading colors
putrid smells
biology moves clockwise
yet we don't really feel time
like we do not feel a rock
in a river
somewhere in the world
that never moves
only silently fades away
never noticed until
it is gone
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