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Raud Kennedy

That Perfect Moment


Waiting, watching the mosquito
whine against the window pane.
Each morning, this’ll be the day
my perfect moment comes
where everything will go right
and walking will feel
like skating on freshly Zambonied ice.
But by night when I fold my pillow
and thump my head into it,
I tell myself, tomorrow, it’ll come,
my perfect moment.

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