The somersault

Like leftovers lying frozen
blinded by the cold
yesterday spills
into today
Outside
The smiles play on
like sun light on roofs
fleeting mosaic art
Waiting for the somersault
when the layers leap away
to be
to just be
in a sacred moment
Meanwhile
A bored juggler
grabs memories from thin air
some thawed
some cold
Is it yesterday he holds or today ?

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