art apropos

Look around,
look around with care,
for the flashes that you see
and pass by on your way,
will not always be there.
Not the red brick house on the hill,
nor the highway strutting high,
not the glass peaks scraping heaven
flinging shards of sun your way.
Nothing remains, nothing will stay,
and one day the day won’t be,
as we fall into a red dwarf sea.