Another poem for tiny things,
Batteries, cheerios, paperclips;
Tiny things in general,
And also in specific:
The key to your apartment,
That piece of paper with the lipstick kiss,
The boarding pass.
We love them, the tiny things,
Because they are so like our own ideas,
How we hold onto them, trying to absorb their power.
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boom poem
ReplyDeletethis kind of has a bukowski feel to it,
ReplyDeletei dig it