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there is this moment

she stood for a moment in the silence

It is such a misguided notion to believe there is any other place to be but this one–

the sweet smell of rain (the droplets falling on the very paper on which I was writing this),
surrounded by poetry.

A church bell chimes nearby and machines
all around me.

The cacophony of seagulls crying while a crow flies
over my head.

The bees try to make love
to the dancing white anemones (being coy but filled with longing),

and my heart knows
that there isn’t a care worth the furrow of my brow
or any place to which I must hurry.

There is this moment.

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