This Moment
A neighbourhood
at dusk.
Things are
getting ready
to happen
out of sight.
to happen
out of sight.
Stars and
moths.
And rinds slanting around fruit.
And rinds slanting around fruit.
But not
yet.
One tree is
black.
One window is yellow as butter.
One window is yellow as butter.
A woman
leans down to catch a child
who has run into her arms
this moment.
Stars rise.
who has run into her arms
this moment.
Stars rise.
Moths flutter.
Apples sweeten in the dark.
Apples sweeten in the dark.
~ Eavan Boland
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