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How quickly a man’s world can vanish,
how quickly his people can disappear,

a dewdrop clings to a blade of grass,
anxious to tell the world that it, too, is a sphere,
now for all its trying, it receives its sunlight 
once a day when the position of the sun
through the canopy of trees is correct,

then, marvelously, it no longer matters where the sun is,
calculus irrelevant,
as if the sun were shot dead,

but everyone knows you cannot kill the sun,
you can at least land on the moon,
which makes the moon more akin to the mountain
than the sun,

normally I would speak an encouraging word
to the blade of grass, because it is 
one of many (and you know how it goes
with that)—

I think I will keep with the dewdrop,

it too is a sphere, taking with it all it can carry.

by: Roman Newell

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