Small
It’s always the small that
gets you, a wee act
of kindness, the tiniest detail,
a stranger’s caress,
your heart, the way you react
when faced with the trials.
The gift of a bluebell, an embrace,
Oh – the yellow gorse,
the small brown foals,
the crows lined up
from the train window.
Beauty, inches close to sorrow.
In Bantam (2017)
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