Thursday, December 20, 2012

A Passing Thought of a Sky God




As I fly over 
vast stretches
of miniatures

I see tiny trees,
make believe broccoli 
minuscule rivers,
a harvest of fishes, finger 
food for the eager
lilliputian mouths.

From where I am

I can swallow
an entire village

whole.

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