suspension

for the brief moment when it (for us) rises, the pinked sun gleams reflectedly in one glinty side of the Usće building. before i round the curve of the river, heading south, there is a note every morning, held just too long and landing itself in another measure, when this sun really does not exist. only sometimes does this change, in an imperceptible instant. the possibility of such an instant unfalters, though it endures completely within the increment of a few inching seconds for each of the passing days.