2.8.17

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road is to rushing by
as sky is to the surface of water,
as refraction is to the ripple of minutes
underneath a winter bridge.
when we say “moment”
may we also mean
light’s shimmering intervention,
our blind sides cracking
wide open as we weep.

photo and poem by katherine ferrier ©2017

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