Sometimes Poem by Romella Kitchens

Sometimes

Sometimes so much can be
said in the small lines
of a poem.

Like the tiny nest
of a wren.

Like the perfected
diminutive hands of
a little child.

We need no more.
And it asks nothing
spare or taxing or
more from us.

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Romella Kitchens

Romella Kitchens

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
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