Small, but not insignificant

Too Brief

A sneeze.
A cough.
A wink.
A sigh.
A touch.
A love
too brief.

We stand in the shadows
of giants,
feeling the earth
rumble and shake with each footfall they make,
making small smiles
with small teeth.
We are fragile in completion,
stronger in the baking
after we have been kneaded
and stretched.
We, spoken best by Shakespeare,
a quintessence of dust,
float upon the surface of our mouths
and in the view of our eyes.
A breath,
too short.
Our life...


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