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Saturday, January 17, 2015

Of the Moment

I am Time's charioteer, Ben-Hur of the moment:
I race through January gales on the spur
of the moment.

Protesters clog Copley Square, mess up traffic:
who can stay aloof from the stir
of the moment?

The Windchasers perform for the Royal Family:
will their keyboardist become the Sir
of the moment?

Pictures on cable news disorient and sicken:
dizzy in cyberspace, I'm lost in the blur
of the moment.

Lady of light, Woman of wisdom, bless us:
Dante sings to his muse, hymns the Her
of the moment.

At Baudelaire's, satellite radio plays the Cure:
wonderfully pretty lovecats give us the purr
of the moment.

Flags of the regiment fall, and white flags rise:
unconditional is our surrender
of the moment.

Sirens enchant the man of the broken stones:
is Thomas worthy to be the listener
of the moment?

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