Daily poem, 4 april

under the sand, a dragonfly
its lurid pencil wings
becoming oyster

the sand is full of birds
but they’re microscopic
— so many layers of world.

I look into milk
are the cells white
or do they just reflect my eye

Donkey-plain, reality seems
when it’s breakfast
but everything that fits under a microscope
becomes worlds

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