Minding the Small Things

It is an impressive feat

That a small and insignificant instant

A muddied, rusty, moment

Can somehow stretch across the sky

Can somehow poison a well

And mar a mood in total.

As when a drop of dark paint

Darkens a whole glass of water

Or a paper cut on a cuticle

Distracts from an otherwise functioning body

How marvelous the mind

And its strength to hold onto thumbtacks

When there are peaches present.

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