A New York Moment
One midnight moment
will hover over a grain of sand,
a quartz, a glass facet,
a sphere spun
by a self-winding collective consciousness.
Everything will change - nothing will.
Mice will not transform back to white horses,
tsunamis will always be
just one wave away from possible.
Crowds will gather, cheers will disperse.
One lone firework will fall to earth
to fizzle on as bright as it can
for a while.
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