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A Moment

One radiant week
Is all I get with you. India.
I squeeze each moment
Until my fingers lock,
Plant it lovingly in a crevasse of blood and bone
To take root and serve as memory’s flower.
It is years before I see it again … that moment-
Full bodied, dancing with tantalizing grace.
And even as I watch the stunning encore
I fear
Out in the open
It will surely diminish in charm
And leave me forever
Without flower
Without grace
Without moment.