Suspension

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High summer, a photograph, a poem –

All capable of suspension:

The power goes off in a storm

As I read, and when it comes back on,

I know the clock to be slow, as if literal proof 

I had been suspended for awhile,

A spectacular thing, and the dream of poetry,

To cut a hole in time.

–with two lines adapted from an essay by Mary Ruefle