it is the little things that excite so
in the height of summer low look for seeds
small flowers studded in hedgerows
dry stone walls
our lane remains dusty, unmade.
3.
what you see is magnified.
they leave here larger than life
petrified in their own forests.
scan beds and lens.
light the boxes.
tie the books closed, leather
bound
broken,
words lost.
boxes can be opened to
reveal.
4.
tiny things become intimate