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Connections: September 30.17

In the center of this twiggy heap

you’ll spy a dot of red

it’s the littlest tiniest bug

yes, a bug is what I said!

The littlest tiniest busiest

scurrying as if crazed

HOLD STILL! I ordered grandly

but he raced about, unfazed.

I couldn’t count his legs

they were just a blur

I couldn’t see a wing

scale, feather or fur

so I think it was a bug

bright as cinnamon heart

harrumphing at out-sized humans

who seem not to be all that smart.

 

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Connections: December 24.16

20161220_181935In such small space

so great a brightness

in such simple corner

so vast a rightness

not just because it’s Christmas

Christmas comes and goes

but because it speaks of home

which warms the heart and toes.

With thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives

and to the D.J. Berg Christmas Panorama.

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