i pride myself on my
steadfast commitment to
always observe the outward display of
the earth's rotation.
the illuminated sky
never fails to remind me
just how
small
[i really am] we really are.
i think of my fellow wo[man].
the person down the street
whose name i don't even know.
the billions of people who will be born and die
and will never know i existed.
1 comment:
hi little sister. it wasn't enough that i stalked your facebook photos. now i'm stalking your blog. i didn't realize you still had it.
i really like this poem, a lot.
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