even stillness can move here

old cameras click twice

the shutter stutters

stop go second guessing

the shot before

then click

pull back, captured,

sepia smile, frozen faces,

flying hair.

the movement stops there

or keeps moving but is captured

savored, undone.

no movement could unmove

me these days i am whizzing by

catching flight on bicycles and

letting the wind wisp my bangs

up through the air.

once yesterday amid this movement

moving quickly i was deep in

motion on the street going

somewhere and i suddenly thought

that you are leaving soon and soon

you will be gone moving away

and i will be here moving around

in aimless motion clicking my

boots on pavement letting

momentum ride on the soles of

my shoes lingering between me and

sidewalks while i am muting thoughts

of other things besides permissible

distractions like the

undeniably compelling

tap of tapping fingers on

tabletops, waiting. in the

morning you smell warm

of sleep and your skin is

something smooth and close and

still. soon your absence will be thick

air, humid nothingness next to me

in bed, densely trying

to be matter until motion and

remotion dissolve it into the

movement of the day.

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