May 28 2008
Sense of Small
A sense of small
tumbles over me
and pulls the greatness
into the ebony
of past and present
and I wonder
at the color of
the moon and
the secret of her
smile
I ponder the silence
of the noise that
flips and flaps
at reluctant ears
I question the wisdom
of grander souls
and hush in
their presence
waiting for the lesson
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