Big and Small

he was a tall man
often dark –
spring until fall.
bye and bye
he became a small man
always white –
inside scared
all year round.
i never saw him so beautiful:
when he was small
and as afraid as I
had always been.
I dreamed of destroying him
when he was small
in another room of
the same house I
was in.
I awoke shamed and affraid:
i never feared his pain,
it was the inevitable future
of being just like him

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