Tuesday, September 4, 2018

Treetop Cradle Galaxy

Sometimes a small thought
Is not such a worm,
Is not a caterpillar
Munching the leaves of the brain.

Sometimes a small thought
Is an infant angel curled,
Neither worm nor alien,
Neither rodent nor human,

The offspring of a notion
That words like angel and ghost
Are constellations,

Stories tying together
Real acquaintances
At very great distances.

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