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The moment is in the middle of the ocean
sunning on a rock, hanging in the balance,
flapping her tail and running
her hand through the water.
The liner roars past, spews seaspray.

The moment shoots at your heart when she can
~ an ad break, says look! and pulls you
ravelling up through eons of peacock blue,
up through to deep yellow gold like
a million yolks of a million suns.

Oh! you say, but then push past to the TV's surface
yet your walnut soul cracks an inch,
hopelessly in love with what it disbelieves.
The moment folds her hands in her ancient lap, flaps
her tail on the rock, runs her hand through the water.

Pic: by cobalt123