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there was a moment
small
and fleeting
a temporary space
shape shifted
like paraffin
in heat
new forms found
pliable
in fingers grasped
but not held
the people upstairs
cursed
each other
in women's voices
"leave me the hell alone!"
then
a thud
and more screaming
the window's drawn curtain
concealed the gray
of morning turning
ever brighter shades
the clock showed
5:02 AM
but i didn't care
about time
had too much of
it
already
pockets
stuffed with minutes
closet doors
stressed their hinges
holding back accumulated hours
the cat cried
to be fed
the clock apologized
for all
that's been lost
the guitar leaned nervously
against the desk
hollow and tightly strung
i rolled over
assumed
a position
resembling sleep
there was a moment
small
and fleeting
between battle cries
and ball scores
beyond what's never said
on the 6 o'clock news
a tiny sparkled glimmer
lying
beneath
a city moon
some kind of magic
a masturbatory fantasy
too pure for
the pages of vanity fair
allowed myself
to believe
just once more
but
like lightning
sharp and beautiful
it filled the room
quick
and was gone
leaving only
the perfect circle
of bruise
outside
the homeless
sifted
through a dead man's pile
in the warmth of spring
i watched them
through the rain stained window
and wondered
if they had felt it too
copyright 2006
A.J. Morelli |
