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Smallest Dreams


by Darryl Price


I know. I saw it, too. I heard 
them afterwards. Hate was fired up. 
It's nothing new. And there's always 
a more beautiful chance than harm
 
to discover. There is no end 
to what we will do for each other's 

smile. It's the wings of a tiny 
blue butterfly thing. You never 
know what one small thing might accomplish
 
in the biggest of pictures. 
That means you could add whatever 

you are doing right now to 
even the overall activity 
on far off planets. Your 
smallest dreams are themselves shining
 
a light among all those stars. When 
you speak truth out of a loud love
 
and not such shy, quiet fear it 
somehow joins the major conversation 
in every wind's blowing 

everywhere. It's not just another 
sad song. It's us. All of us. 
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