So Small - Jim Guthrie

So small

On a porch in Montreal

The setting sun

As he catches flies

For fun

It’s not what I’ve had

To drink

That makes whatever I feel

Sink

It’s not all that bad

If you assume

That what you say is your own doom

With much delight

Then flowers bloom in light just right

Tonight

It’s not what they’ve had

To sip

That makes their petals

All sag and dip

Grass withers

Flowers fall

So small, so small

Can you hear the crow call

So small, so small