Collect Enough Fragments, You've Got Yourself a Poem

"The bitterness of littleness.
Apples in a pile."

Beautiful work.

A devastatingly wonderful closing line, Bill.

"A dollhouse all alone."

(snapping fingers, snapping fingers)

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The wholeness of the world.

Something about the image of apples in a pile, I just love that line. So much, with so little *

Just a few of the ten thousand things. I like the dollhouse all alone. *

I like these contemplative observations.

All of it. Enjoyed this, Bill.

Thank you, Darryl, Sam, Dianne, Fos, Beate, Erika, and Kitty!

Jeez.

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Thanks, JLD!

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yes

Thanks, Gary!

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Thanks, Jenny!