Monday, May 13, 2019

No Small Thing by Ben Purkert

No Small Thing
Not the heart of a plane
but its black box. Not words
but wings scrawled across
a page, almost onto
the next. Am I reading
too much into night?
A star was what is.
A star looks backwards,
says the sea.

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