the deceptive weight of fragile things
drops of rain etch window glass
leaves press down through heavy snow
soft beaks break through hardened shells
an eyelash slips through clay soil
to the center of the molten earth
fused with marbles, insect wings
and the jointed arm from a tiny doll
feeder-roots comb rocks and dirt
lifting weighty glass and broken plates
and birds feet press them down again
teasing seeds from out the muddy grass
lighter than a sleeping baby's breath
some words sink right down to the core
and teardrops swamping dry-docked ships
posit sand to fund their interior shores...
Lucy Meskill
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