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Bounty
by Robyn Sarah
Make much of something small.
The pouring-out of tea,
a drying flower’s shadow on the wall
from last week’s sad bouquet.
A fact: it isn’t summer any more.
Say that December sun
is pitiless, but crystalline
and strikes like a bell.
Say it plays colours like a glockenspiel.
It shows the dust as well,
the elemental sediment
your broom has missed,
and lights each grain of sugar spilled
upon the tabletop, beside
pistachio shells, peel of a clementine.
Slippers and morning papers on the floor,
and wafts of iron heat from rumbling radiators,
can this be all? No, look — here comes the cat,
with one ear inside out.
Make much of something small.
Taken From http://writersalmanac.publicradio.org/
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I think this is a niece piece and offers a practical sentiment for such a harsh season. My one sincere criticism is the use of the word “glockenspiel” which, though any time one can work a word such as this can be fit into a poem deserves a kudo, does not work well here in my opinion. But very nice otherwise.>KB