Moments

One day
until the next
draws, and forever
a day
to find its end.

So soon
the moment breathes
its last:
time,
the weathered ship,
now past.

Sweet moment,
I was you;
an eclipse
breached on horizons
of wilted flowers
and human lips.

Taken in
at once,
and taken back–
sweet moment: adieu.
And though it seems
the end is near,
it’s all
I ever knew.

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