On Seventh Avenue South
Walk more slowly now.
You will never again step past
the boy who has just reached 51,000,094,246.
He can never stop counting.
You will never again be
whoever you were just then
as that moment passed.
Walk more slowly.
The wind leans on each blade of grass
at once in the garden.
At the back of the building the fire
escape is still climbing.
Pigeons the color of the pavement
fly in and out of windows.
Once there were curtains
on a day like this lifting the sunlight.
Walk slowly now.
It doesn’t matter if you miss
the train, it doesn’t matter
if you miss all the trains.
Malena Mörling
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I am a lecturer, poet and writing tutor. I work in teacher and medical education at the University of Exeter. My anthology Lifesaving Poems was published by Bloodaxe Books in 2015. In 2012 I published Riddance (Worple Press), a collection of poems, and Love for Now (Impress Books), a memoir, about my experience of cancer. My most recent books are Deck Shoes (Impress Books, 2019), a book of prose memoir and criticism, and The Afterlife (Worple Press, 2019). In 2023 I will publish The Wind and the Rain, my sixth collection of poems, with Blue Diode Press. My current research project, with Sue Dymoke from Nottingham Trent University and funded by the Foyle Foundation, is Young Poets' Stories: https://youngpoetsstories.com/. This blog is archived by the British Library.
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What a wonderful poem and an introduction to a poet I had never before read. Thanks, Anthony. Those is such a great series…something I anticipate very day of Advent
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