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