We are reduced, brought
down into small places,
long ignored in the days
of youth, if indeed, ever

imagined. But time trims
and prunes inexorably, to
bring the minutiae of life
into our minds, in order

that the trivial, banal and
inconsequential, can be
known for what they
really are – the building

blocks of our being; the
atoms of our soul; the
threads offered for slow
weaving in allotted days.

About rosross

Editor, writer, poet.
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