Crossing

Hotel

It was as if someone pried the lid from a tin
and the day contained inside was glossed, golden,
the surface clean, untouched and taut and sweet,
and we could savour the soft dawn and cool dusk
or prize those in between moments that slip by life
like water striders too swift for photographs.

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