A Little Thing Poem by james watkin

A Little Thing



Not that God-held, night-torched, for
Star-kindlings' need
As much beamy fingers Him
For a kind deed
Is a power I'm clasping;
A little thing
Being magnified instead;
With love's eying.

Here, round water pump's and well's
Time-relapsed zone
Paddock's Yellow Buttons, for
Weeds that atone.
Hereabouts, but later, and
Too wan to find
Though as moth-skies, softening
The glare behind.

Friday, October 18, 2019
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james watkin

james watkin

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