"unmomented" poems
Leaves dim against the sky
Focus makes a shift into blue
That moment arrives
and I treasure it
plunge my fingers into it
And even as I wrap my body around it
it is leaving me…
don’t go…
goodbye
Another comes playful on its heels
but I have a fork in my mouth
so it wanders into a corner
to console the dust left there
One of its friends stops by
(it has many friends)
I consider more will be about later
so I remain unmoved
– unmomented
Jan 27, 2013
Jan 27, 2013 at 5:02 PM UTC