I.
little poems to say the little things
that my heart leaps to catch
from mid-air.
II.
sad behemoths lurking in the depths
are easier to pin down,
if you can believe it.
III.
a scoop of mud
makes a quick painting
IV.
the butterfly thoughts
refuse to sit still
to be described.
V.
i suppose i am no poet
after all.
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