Small Universe

I inhabit a very
small universe. It extends
just beyond the tip of my nose
to my fingertips, which can
often be found in a bowl
of warm, sudsy water or
hanging children’s clothes.

Over the years we’ve
moved, and so, heartstrings
to Europe
and Asia

I sweep my porch, while
a thrush
bounces in a bush.

On a clear night I get lost
in the Milky Way.

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