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 Tsao Chun
Dust is the room
falling in on itself
like the way the sun loses an inch shrinking every millennium.
Only the sun is still
a fixture bolted
in mind’s sky.
We enter eternity in small ways. Cat fur tumbles over the carpet like desert weed.
Nail parings drop; new moons cross hardwood.
On the rim of a jade plant bowl leaves pause.
 Eng is a visual artist and author from Toronto, Can- ada. Her writing has appeared in literary journals in Canada, the United States, and the United Kingdom. Her debut collection of poetry is forthcoming from Inanna Publications in 2020. Her paintings were previously published in The Woven Tale Press.

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