Poetry Month Day 20

Some poetry tries to capture a single moment, the smallest moment, that feels somehow bigger than the time it takes to happen. Have you experienced a moment like that before.

Moment

I saw a young deer standing
Among the languid ferns.
Suddenly he ran–
And his going was absolute
Like the shattering of icicles
In the wind.

by Hildegarde Flanner

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