For a Moment of Beauty
by Kim Wisner
if I could cup
in my hands
the spring erupting
from my face
my throat filling up
my eyes spilling over
the heat spreading on my cheeks
like a wildfire
like a glass of wine tipping over
running free
before you can help it
that flows out of me
just from looking at the sunset
I could quench
even just one person’s
thirst
for a moment
of beauty
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