How a Poem Begins
       

It's a little thing. Could be
the long o's in Kosovo, or
a woman
alone in the street
after the hurricane
sweeping Honduras.
Perhaps we tell of a child
beneath the flood
in New Orleans, or
feet bloody from
walking the rubble
of Afghanistan.
They say poetry is
Insignificant,
such a tiny voice
no one can hear.
sometimes it says
"I can't breathe."
That's why we write of such
little things, insignificant things.

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