Sarah Rosenblatt - Poetry

    The Moment
    
    We lived out the whole day in anticipation of the next
    As if one slot of time was worthy of overrunning another--
    
    Saturday was enjoyable--free floating--
    but now the memory
    
    competes with Sunday evening--
    blue-purple over the lake
    Groups of teenagers walk with the darkness.
    We were all walking on the threshold 
    of something.
    
    The fragrance of the lilacs booms into the night
    We sneeze differently
    but the atmosphere takes it in in the same way.