hope {and other smallish things that sing}

she tucks it in pockets 
and lockets pressed near her 
heart, jumpstarted by its tiny zing.

there’s a fleck of fuzz in there, 
too. a baby stone of azure 
blue. a crumb of sand. a strand 

of scarlet string. a wee adieu. a few
tiny buttons
and other tender things. 

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Day 12 for NaPoWriMo.

Day Twelve