More a movement than a move:
A displaced crease of cloth
Or minutest skin cell shift.
A hummingbird flinch
Beside a flowered stream.
A crocus strand of saffron
Calling for collection.
The sixty first second change between minutes.
The thinnest shaving made
Of the smallest fall of shade on shape.
The unfinished sight of solar flare
Upon the glass of telescope,
Caught from orbit’s reflection.
The end of one centred aim
Directed constantly at your feet,
And all the more noticeable to me,
The furthest person from you.
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