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Monday, July 31, 2006

Quiet Thickening

Rating: 5.0
It usually happens suddenly—
Somewhere between coffee and smiles.
Somewhere inside the busy language
Rests a quiet thickening—a moment
Swelling against the barriers of attention.

First it calls like a wind, an alerting
Breath. An altering pause—and you stare
Deep inside the faces of your companions
And you instead find a story, a muse.
Between sips they lose you—
All they want is prose and advice
All you search for is a pen, a memory—
A scent to recount your daily genius,

A napkin perhaps. Anything to write
And collect this intruding tone
Baking your day into a poem.
Masiela Lusha
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