Open Eyes

~Deana J. Tavares

I squish

And crush

The smallest

Flea

 

Between a thumb

And forefinger

No longer free

Beside the ocean

You

Sea

 

I can’t help but to think

About me

To that roaring tide

What must I be

 

Maybe

The smallest

Of all anemones

Merely a flea

Within a raging…

See

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