Monday, August 1, 2016

Linda Stevenson #1 Dust Mites



I’ll make you weep
before I’m done,
spotlighting
your griefs
like dust mites
in the sun.

3 comments:

  1. What a great opening poem, Linda. Frisson!

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  2. When I first read it quickly (and half-asleep earlier this morning) it seemed slight, but then I was impelled to read it again — wow! A great poem. Only one small carp — should it be dust 'motes'?

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