A Passing Triolet

What passes by passes away
To hold is but to borrow.
If trees could speak, I’m sure they’d say
“What passes by passes away”.
The grass of spring, the blooms of May
will wilt and dry tomorrow.
What passes by passes away
To hold is but to borrow.

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  1. Turnbloe here again. Geez, Gibler! Passing this triolet was like passing a kidney stone the shape of a mid-sized Rapala. Worse than Tom Waits singing Oh Canada. “What passes by passes away” – is this about farts? Or is it simply the observation that whatever gets too close to the author dies? Like meter, poetry, and the will to live. Without exception, triolets belong in the plumbing department of Home Depot.

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