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One True Instant (Free verse) by Dovina Directly in front of me
the one I call husband
Our eyes meet for one true
and necessary instant
Then turning away as a stranger does
back to his lifeâs recesses
Those places I have not been
and will never be invited
The taut lean torso
a silhouette in my doorway
The sure hope of his shoulders
standing inert
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