The Smallest Library in the World

"From everlasting I was established, from the beginning, 
before the earth began." ~ Proverbs 8: 23 


Of the one
mountain where 
I buried the left 
muscle of my heart

and the valley
where I laid 
my cheek next to 
the sunflowers

Of time 
that trickled without comment
as we waited for the tides
to rise

Of the late
referendums in spring
when there was nothing to do
but drink the sorrow of periwinkles

Of belief
and its complicity with doubt
and the stillness in which silence 
delivers either a letter or a sentence



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