A Moment So in a Strange World
by Frank Watson
cinnamon toasted tea
of a thousand wants
and vulgar vapors
downing a BLT

behind in front
of Central Park
the bloody breeze
my shirtless sleeve

in a moment there is rhyme
between the dots of time
that battle from foot to sky
but do we ask why?

spring air
of taxis and towers
death and life’s
delicious ennui

fancy shops
parched dry, loveless
lighting cathedral candles
of mortals and angels complete


Note: title taken from Robert Frost’s “A Boundless Moment.” Written for the 3-29-12 dVersePoets prompt, “Live in the Moment”
All writings and translations are Copyright © by Frank Watson, also writing as "Blue Flute" (2011-2014).
Year: 
2012