a moment more, and it is changed.
mood, sentiment, breathless hope exhaled.
pull on the razor sharp hands of the clock. stop time’s train in its narrow gauge.
for when history’s momentum jerks back clanging against this perfect setting,
a hazard’s worth of future turns its gaze back toward us.
with all of his cousins of hurry-ups and urgents, plying us for
our moment. here. lovely and never to be again.