POETRY
Allison
The beauty in small things
Published in
Aug 17, 2024
It is in the eyes of this child
brown as soft earth
insatiable
receiving the waters of many rivers
reflecting more than she can know
We look at one another
our history mingles in spirals
My grandmother’s blood
courses through her small body
She laughs at the bright face of the moon
and thrills at the blackness of the night sky
In the backyard, she plays
she collects things|
little flowers
bugs
and dead leaves, mostly
