a speck of dust from the banister
floats through the screen door
and into the lazy summer air.
the wind carries it down the street
and lets it go at the corner,
where it falls on an ant.
the ant is sitting on a small pebble,
infinitely bigger than the ant
compared, at least, to the dust.
in a nearby yard a child looks up,
shields his eyes,
and wonders how big the universe is.
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