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Small Wild Thing
I’ve never wanted it so much.
Longing, deep in my bones.
Desire, desire….
Do I dare?
Dare to ruin the delicious,
joyful dream?
The longing wells, wells up,
so close to the surface
and usually retreats, too soon.
But here, now,
it has bubbled up.
Just a few foamy bits
Surfaced,
flat upon this page.
Words written down in the silence
of this space,
With potential,
possibility,
of growing.
A start.
One tiny seed laid carefully
on the cool soil.
The rest of the package
sealed and safe.
Just in case.
Joyce Belcher
Small Wild Thing
Artist Book
by
Joyce Belcher
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