Monday, March 15, 2010

Contemplating Impermanence

This house on this street
In the past did not exist.
This house on this street
In the future will vanish --
Sunlight on the quince blossoms.

1 comment:

Dan Gurney said...

I love the final line. The house I grew up in was torn down soon after my parents moved out. To make room for two new houses. Ever since, houses have seemed like tents on steroids.