1.24.11 – 13.24

the invisibility of truths
that lay hidden in the tresses
of a woman’s skirt

is more delicate
than the perfect grace
of a dewdrop

trickled from the face of a single leaf
and lands, poised
from the crumpled beam of a broken twig

a.bowl.of.random.words.5

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