Poetry by David Filer

Dedicated to The Imani Project

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how long

did it take


the drop

collecting at the tip

of the cedar’s




in the gray

morning light


I watched


days went by

traffic hurried and became quiet

fads grew compelling and faded to 

quaintness loves impassioned and regretted

salmon entered the sea and returned to their spawning streams

nations conquered and were conquered themselves

languages thrived and became archaic

presidents won and lost favor

apples ripened and fell

groundwater seeped

became a creek

and emptied

into the sea


I watched

and wrote this down


then looked back

and it was gone


(published by Red River Review)

—David Filer