Ungrateful Moment

A free-verse poem

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the grate of leash on my paper-cut
cold finger bleeding and your running off,
then the charging dog
and the mud on your pants
blinded me from really seeing
how you laced between the forked tree
for that snapshot,
the sun’s painterly beam
flowing around you like golden river
and your currents of hair
a soft focus
from the specificity of things,
your smile of the ether
you fingernails of the bark