Monumental Moments

It’s how the moon must feel, when it sees me peeking from my blinds.

Light, from a cup of sugar borrowed from the sun.

It’s why a puddle doesn’t mind when a child stomps about its perfect meniscus.

Thimble-like drops of precious moisture

slip closely

clinging by

a

thread.

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