Poetry

Convenient

McKinley Law

Calm down.

Your swift puff of air to extinguish
an upright flame.
My reminder
that the stir in me has become too loud,
that I have once again grown too large
for your liking.
A command
to shrink down
to something convenient,
that will fit nicely in the palm of your hand
so that you can tuck me away in your pocket
when I am too much to carry.

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