Even the simplest words
can be arranged and placed
to create a lush green garden—
a thing of beauty
greater than your the size of hand.
Yet the simplest things:
a soy latte, seven pounds,
a broken wooden table,
cannot be fleeting—
a taste never forgotten,
a feeling always felt
right there
fitting neatly
into your tiny hands.
There, at that creaking wooden table,
you wonder how these things—
so trivial—
can imprint so well into your thoughts.
You wonder how people and places,
eyes and eyes and yes,
can be so different.
So, so different.
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