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25 September 2012

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magnifying glass

Small grains
In a stone
Grow edges
That twinkle;

The smooth
Moth's wing
Sprouts feathers
Like shingles;

My thumb
Is wrapped
In rich
Satin wrinkles.

(from all the small poems and fourteen more by Valerie Worth)

2 comments:

kinomaha said...

Are you using my microscope? Because you should! :-) It is so great!

K said...

yes, if you are who I think you are, and if you are, since when are you kinomaha... :-)