5:00 p.m.
My #13 for National Poetry Month
it is the cusp of time
that when singled out
leaves me breathless
anticipating the turning.
it pivots
en pointe,
leaning into curvatures
left over by time's passing.
if i can
i will fit my back
just so
into its apex
and watch the night unfold.
copyright/all rights reserved Audrey Howitt 2015