Little fingers

The dog’s bark is a little moment
A tiny finger holding a big night,
A little finger pointing a dark sky.

Night is not bigger than moment.
Moment is not littler than sound,
A drip on midnight’s leaking sink.

Little things grow big moments.
Little fingers hold a grown night.
Little fingers grow to big fingers.

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