It was a single moment
fleeting like a stolen flirt
behind the flimsy
just a pin in the space
a spin in the loom of
time singled out, two
shadows in the dark
groping shyly, slyly
grabbing, gasping
crashing down the roller
down, down still...
and finally
buried beneath the dirt to
grow another day another moment of weakness.
(c) Sumaila Umaisha
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