Within these limits
write your poems:
Three words each
line no more
no less. Sprinkle
some sunlight among
metaphors to shine
on a spot
on the floor,
where the square
elongates into cascading
bright on brown,
a message sent
from the day
to remember beauty.

Find the shadows
behind the chairs
as secret worlds
where small armies
of Lilliputians might
build their cities.

Mystery makes great
stuff for these
tender living walls.

Wait until hearts
slow a moment
to find simple
ways of silence.

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