the Fourth Hour in the shade of a tree

April No. 10

just stay, at this hour.  let the light stop where it is.

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.

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