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Things We Hardly Notice

by Greg Watson


So much we take for granted:

the slow turn of summer

sun sparking the dust into motion,

the silent unassuming books

waiting the entire day

for one brief, distracted glance,

the tail end of a comet

stirred calmly into your morning

coffee, then gone again.

That drab painting hanging

for decades in a musty basement

before anyone notices

the small, slanted house

clinging to the edge of the landscape,

the thumbnail-sized shadow

of a family walking slowly away.