FINGERPRINT

today tilted  
just a little  
like a bowl catching light  
unexpectedly  

  a shimmer  
    slipped across the floor  
      quiet as a moth turning  

I felt something  
  rise  
not loudly  
not even clearly  
just a pulse  
    a warm thread  
      unspooling toward the edges of the hour  

and the moment  
       barely a moment  
left its 
     fingerprint  
             in the air  

  a faint  
    silver  
      echo  

as if the world  
     remembered me  
for a 
      breath longer than usual

11th grade12th gradefree verse

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