Tiny Places

Some place that could harbor
the largest fugitive gorilla
away from prying, pointing fingers
or the smallest butterfly
from a praying mantis.

Like the ad libitum
pause of a musical phrase,
there beneath and behind the holly bushes
against the church wall
and sitting on dry and cool dirt

-I could hide for the evening-

fifteen feet from Main street

Just as a porch swing,
bound away and raised
to the ceiling,
sways in the subtle breeze of autumn,

a recollection,
placed among other words
is a union
to a tiny space
and how big it now seems.

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2 thoughts on “Tiny Places

  1. redmitten

    solid stuff, john. the piece is musically phrased- i love the change-up here (both because of what it says and when it says it):

    “-I could hide for the evening-

    fifteen feet from Main street”

    sherry

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