~
he dwells in the hollow
of a half-wet chalice
with no one else
and no thing greater
to share his resort with
than his own comfort
she lingers
like a soundless ghost of the past
a petite wallflower
still swaying
in the soundlessness
of a sullen residential address
a cradled child
lies wide-eyed
watching with meditative concentration
a solitary bird in flight
i collect life-filled cut shots
of infinite myriad stories
to create tiny little marvels
of stop motion animation
~ © Devotica, 2007
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