Clutching my
Bag of peaches
One step closer
To a new story
I caught myself
Longingly at
The Japanese wave
Painting I grew up with
That still
Makes me
Feel small
Little by little,
Small things
Become a lot
Sticky, sweet grass
Tickle through
My fingers
My life
In crumpled papers
Coffee stains
Rubbed out
Sighs
Days of forced contentment
Paper flowers
In an empty wine bottle
Sarah Mahina Calvello
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