Another Moment Here ‘N Then

This is so peaceful…
Faintdistant screech ‘n undulation
(That’s not sarcasm –
’tis part of all this peace.)

and murmurings of – “58!” –
slowdrifting conversations;
a runner’s even footfalls;
a whistled four-note stretch
of a tune begun/continued in the mind.

The breeze feels like an echo
of a cold too cold to bear,
as the gull glides on its
currents and the waves of winter light.

Another scattered, ink-kept
moment moves on, not looking back.
Remember it?
Remember it.
T’was peaceful…

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