and so it begins, minuscule
granule of sand
clinched between fingers
one revolutionary stem cell or
the distance a brittle leaf tumbles
against the breeze
one drop of sweat
blood
benevolence
a trickling to the pool
fools stand on the edge
dipping their toes
Kim is hosting Quadrille Monday at dVerse Poets Pub. The word she has chosen for us to include in our 44 word poems is “revolution” or a form of the word.
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