'The Poet Dowager'
with her pale, pinched face
over purposed, poised pen
at the careful thinker's angle
of the ready, thus so
limericks she reclined
through her hummingbird's heart
gentleness rewind
the spool of your tapestry's start
repeated visitation
to that glorious garden of simplicity's self
the world still marvels to gaze
at the depth of your smallness' claim
whether via a snail, a cricket or a tiny
butterfly's wing
you merely remark and are remarkable
in the least little insignificant thing..........
(April 16, 2012 202pm)