Anonymous in a line

putting words on a screen

I watch her balance

all the little things.

With rain making everything

all clean and spotless

everyone guards against

the supposed cold weather

and all the little things.

Yesterday, a family friend

spent his last day here on earth

and all we want to know

are the little things.

Most times it doesn’t matter

exactly what time it ever was,

except when we’re standing here

late in a line

blaming the little things.

It’s there when I get home

that quiet solitude

and the expectations

that I’ll write

about the little things.

Every interaction seems so random

and yet, all our little things

add layers to our lives.

In retrospect,

I can come to appreciate

all those tiny little things,

that seemingly

come and pass us by.

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