Almost
I am sure that it waits
in the shadow of a word
or a phrase lingering somewhere
in the memory of an afternoon
when, having missed the moment,
it stuttered a breath away
from form, hidden
except for a disturbance left
upon the mind like
lifting wings leave in air.
Copyright © Paul Willason | Year Posted 2022
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