Fall 2019 / Poetry 2019 / Volume 50

the moment By: Lee Clark Zumpe

the moment arrives without an omen

it crests and breaks upon me

and I

pinching my nose

to save my breath

get caught up in the swell

 

once passed it is past:

a slice of history

to be distorted

upon recollection

 

time builds shoddy roads

hardly worth retracing

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