by Brenda Hillman
The one-celled creature brought to class
in the drop of pond water
took its main hunger around on the slide,
it had yes for a skin and a thousand
little hairs for feet
to help it decide….You wanted to love the others
no matter what,
swam over the edge of yourself, swam
in the place that seemed like forever,
you loved when they visited you,
you changed shape for them, and when they left
you were the same as the water
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Brenda Hillman
Last updated December 17, 2022