March 20, 2023 · 2:41 pm
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The Moment – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon

“Every day is a journey, and the journey itself is home.” Matsuo Basho 

The Moment 

Sitting
at day's end,
a belated summer inferno,

I should pack away the chairs,
but why end the moment.

The beer bottle is sad,
tools still on the ground,

I notice a rogue sucker on the lemon tree.

Perhaps it is time for me to go.

A fantail twits and flits mosquitos,
the setting sun suggests a verse,
O to be bitten by such love.


Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
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13 responses to “The Moment – a poem by Paul Vincent Cannon”

  1. rugby843
    March 20, 2023 at 5:01 pm

    Summertime and the livin is easy😉

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  2. Ana Daksina
    March 20, 2023 at 5:15 pm

    The definition of poignancy. You’ve done it yet again. Talk about leaving a trail of breadcrumbs for the next little kids lost in these woods!… 👏👏👏

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  4. OIKOS™- Art, Books & more
    March 20, 2023 at 5:41 pm

    Don’t become caught by melancholia! 😉 xx Michael

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  5. Liz Gauffreau
    March 21, 2023 at 12:23 am

    I really like the movement of this poem to end with those unexpected final two lines.

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  6. lync56
    March 31, 2023 at 11:13 pm

    Love the way you captured this experience

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