Tuesday, January 30, 2024

The Way We Love Something Small

 

The translucent claws of newborn mice

this pearl cast of color,

the barely perceptible

like a ghosted threshold of being:

here     not here.

The single breath we hold

on the thinnest verge of sight:

not there     there.

A curve nearly naked

an arc of almost,

a wisp of becoming

a wand__

tiny enough to change me. 

--Kimberly Blaeser




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