Moment In Time Poem by June Stepansky

Moment In Time



He walks me to the streetcar.
I am fifteen, he is nineteen.
We have just met.
It starts to snow.
We walk not saying much.
It’s snowing harder now,
and we are alone
in a magical white world.
I never saw him again.
It was just a moment.
A perfect moment
stored somewhere
in my memory.

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