If I could slice
a still moment
out of moving life,
I would carve
an ample piece of
that one time
and place it under
a crystal dome—
gazing daily
at its deliciousness
until temptation
finally cracks me
and I burst it
from its detention,
devouring it
like a brown bear
at a honey tree.
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 6:46 PM UTC
If I could slice
a still moment
out of moving life,
I would carve
an ample piece of
that one time
and place it under
a crystal dome—
gazing daily
at its deliciousness
until temptation
finally cracks me
and I burst it
from its detention,
devouring it
like a brown bear
at a honey tree.
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