By Sammy Ginsberg
There was a moment I wanted to write about
I felt it's marvel the moment it dropped into thought
and rolled across the floor,
but now its outside
of the chalk white line
and i am scattering in the dark
dragging my hands through the dust,
looking for this marvel,
so that I can preserve
that moment
like a flower pressed
like a list of things i'll never do completely.
i guess, i must move on
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