The Constant

The Constant

I contemplate the changeover, but then
I leave the roll unchanged again.
An immutable constant that’s never unfurled
Next to an ever changing whirled
Of water cycling before it’s gone
By an empty roll left on
Its axle for another day
Of contemplating time away.

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