Measures
The measure of a filament
a weightless bit of nature’s tatted lace
ill-gotten
all that’s left of
a fallen leaf.
The measure of a human soul
twenty-one grams
of Robin's-egg-blue
The measure of a filament
a weightless bit of nature’s tatted lace
ill-gotten
all that’s left of
a fallen leaf.
The measure of a human soul
twenty-one grams
of Robin's-egg-blue
won by deception
held in the palm of my hand
for one short summer.
The measure of human beauty
every inch
in the eye of the beholder
a honey bee,
a smooth piece of plum colored sea-glass,
and a poem.
Lindsay Riggs Brown
held in the palm of my hand
for one short summer.
The measure of human beauty
every inch
in the eye of the beholder
a honey bee,
a smooth piece of plum colored sea-glass,
and a poem.
Lindsay Riggs Brown
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