“small picture big”

when you look at the green
mountains, you tell me to
think of all those trees.
then you point to the white
caps and tell me to think
of the big piles of snow.
but i can't help
but think
of all those leaves
and all those flakes.
all, in their most
unique parts.
when we were at the top
of the skyscraper,
i knew you were thinking
of all those bodies
while i was thinking
of all those toes,
and hair follicles.

narrative poem written on 05-22-2013 by: on mattkane.com
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