The Myth of the Moment
time frozen
compressed
within a 4×6 border
the young child
stands knee-deep
in the cold lake
sunlight’s
halo in her
blonde hair
she is leaning
hand outstretched
drops of water
fall
but never
fall
the blue of summer
remains around her
in the myth of the moment
Pamela Olson, 7/15/08
This poem is in response
to “myth” at One Single Impression
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