Just Things   Leave a comment


just sunlight’s old story ringing true once more
coming through a sheer curtain
that floats against and then not
and then against again on the marred
wood of the sill
 
just another hummingbird at the feeder
just a tiny heart in its chest
the way she tips her head
grasps the bar with barely-there feet
drinks sugar and water mixed just for her
just sugar and water
 
there’s a worn-out-word
for simple stunning things
the space between a lover’s front teeth
a ten-year-old’s handshake
the way my mother apologized for her cooking
but never stopped feeding us
 
Beauty is the word
for things
that just keep showing up
dressing this everyday ball

Mary Strong Jackson

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Posted June 16, 2012 by strongjacksonpoet54 in Uncategorized

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