Two poems

may the smallest craft plot its way here

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With tweezers I mount postage stamps 
in enormous matted frames, nail 

bright walls to their backs in order 
to build a house. It took forever

to assemble my own grandfather
clock. The staircase only seconds.

When I finish I stand in my large window 
and feel decidedly small. 


sometimes I imagine myself helen keller 

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Finally: fewer 
I've found a
universe in here, 
there is more than one 
sun. O Lord,

every time you touch me 
you teach me something new. 

—Brent Goodman, Rhinelander, WI