Jenkins Street Poetry Project
A collection of original poems by Don Stinson
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Vermeer
Awash, light spreading
Like air across a face.
A hand, a saucer,
The turn of a head—
A universe contained
In the depth of a breath.
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