Kindred Spirits

 

Kindred Spirits

I give my daughter, age one
who can draw better than walk
a pad of Post-its,
the tiny ones.

She crayon-scribbles
strange designs
and peels from pad
to place on walls,
on books and boxes of cereal,
under the toothpaste tube,
inside boots.

A year later, moving out,
cleaning up,
behind the clothes dryer
I find a mouse nest
woven of grass, of dryer lint,
lined by her Post-its
gathered by mice
for their gallery
of delight.

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First published in Your Daily Poem