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The Little Things

*pic courtesy from pinterest  The little things the little smile the little flower in the corner aisle the little butterfly catches my eye along with  the hovering bee like sketches drawn in the sky look at the little ant fleet just close to my feet the little spider takes a warm seat the little girl who hops on the broken tile while her mother looks right across  the street from a mile I wave at her she waves back the little gestures the little fingers the little spider continues to linger the little heartbeats as humming treats while I pick up the little crumbs from my bread last night

Absurd

A vulture to the rescue..
What’s ahead looks obscure.
Ravens nibbling fortitude..
As soul defines solitude.
What is meant to be..
Turns out mayhem.
Spiders crawling benign..
Pointing towards a sign.
The world seems compressed..
In each other’s distress.
A walking stick..
Into the sturdy wall.
Blind folded..
Yet heavily molded.
What is meant to be..
Needs to realize.
What it’s disguise is all about..
Belief is ambiguous..
Self pity is preposterous.
The paws build a grip..
Too cautious to flip.
Ripping open the gut..
Pounces until it’s shut.
Travel past weird..
Begins the land of absurd.

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