Time Passing

What is the poetry of time 
merely passing? What birds 
alight and sing in vain?
Does a face reflect in dusty 
surfaces and will flowers 
find forgiveness in this rain?
We’ll spend the day and time 
will pass and nothing 
in this world will cause us pain.
J. Kyle Kimberlin
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Lines written while waiting for a dangerous storm to pass. Fortunately for my little town, the atmospheric river shifted and split, so that the worst cells of heavy rain struck north and south of us. When the river shifted back and took aim at us again, the storm had weakened somewhat and we were spared severe damage, such as occurred nearby on January 9. But the change that was kind to us was less kind north of here, where a 19-year-old woman lost control of her car in the rain and was killed. Truly a terrible loss; I can’t imagine what her family is going through. So while I’m relieved and grateful for a sunny day today, it’s no celebration.