Lint
Is alive
Not dust, or fluff, or downy fur.
Pieces of hair, or puffs of wool
I found lint in my father’s belly button
Hidden between the folds.
How could there be such a thing!!!
Did it fly in, crawl, come from afar?
A life of its own
These are things I once pondered
And still do.
The small wonders of my childhood still cause me to ponder. Tell me you ponderings, I'm at
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