sometimes these small things

Sometimes, the world gets a little better.

like the other day, it’s a small thing

and I’m embarrassed to even be talking about it

to register it as progress

such is the state of things

such is the state of my apparent heart

but

we should still poem about it, we should still poem about these things:

there’s a new kind of frozen pizza in my grocery store

with

cauliflower crusts!

who knows?

who can say?

it’s a small thing

and sometimes these small things

sift some space up ahead

just enough for your heart to take

another step

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