In That One Moment

On the table, by the water
a player and box of cassettes
cartridges, cases, covers all mixed up
play this one, no that one
this is The Place
no, it’s The Spot
The Place is that other Spot
oh, yeah, that’s right!

The lake water rippled.
The tree canopy hush.
Then we shut off the player.
It was about time to leave.
And in that one long moment.
We knew this was about the last time.
We were leaving The Place behind.
For far more than this day.

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