How many dandelion seeds does it take
To fill the belly of a finch
How many drops of dew to fill my yard
And if I knew the number and the weight
Would it make my heart less hard
Would it cause my heart to break
Into the countless pieces there are
Restore my faith in being small
My mammoth insignificance
At the center of it all
Erase the thick dark line I've drawn
Between myself and the myriad world
And yet the finch must be a finch
And I now an I must worship him
His red as vulnerable as dawn
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