Scale
Mud puddles like tiny lakes that drain through tiny rivers and are carried away Rain like an incessant drum while the smaller creatures play in oceans that drain from puddles How big are these pools that grow and shrink to anything not as massive as the giants we are It got cold in the night They move on and are thankful for something else instead
Want more early drafts of poems I may never finish? Your friends might want that, too! Forward the email, share the post, subscribe.