Tuesday, March 31, 2020

The Moment by Marie Howe

The Moment

Oh, the coming-out-of-nowhere moment 
when,   nothing  
no what-have-I-to-do-today-list   

maybe   half a moment   
the rush of traffic stops.   
The whir of I should be, I should be, I should be  
slows to silence, 
the white cotton curtains hanging still.

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