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In This Moment

by David Maurice

Baseball feels young again.
The crows are talking murder.
The night glows in skyscraper colour.
The concrete of my balcony is grainy cold barefoot.
My cat meows like an organ of fur (that she is).


Author's Note: My motor has a crank.

Posted on 09/30/2011
Copyright © 2021 David Maurice

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 09/30/11 at 03:19 PM

It's a moment well written.

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