… This moment
A neighborhood
at dusk.
Things are getting ready
to happen
out of sight.
Stars and moths.
And rinds slanting around fruit.
But not yet.
One tree is black.
One window is yellow as butter.
A woman leans down to catch a child
who has run into her arms
this moment.
Stars rise.
Moths flutter.
Apples sweeten in the dark … – Eavan Boland –
PiYo Thursday Today At 4:30 pm
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Keep The Faith,
William
