It's Still Life

SPACES

I.
There’s a small space
on my desk
where a calendar sits.

It takes up the whole year.

II.
There’s a space between
my teeth that used to
catch bits of meat

so I became vegetarian.

III.
Move over. Give me
some space, and
let me grow,

said the acorn to the oak.

A “Space” poem for Poetic Asides Day 2

©️ Misky 2020 It’s Poem a Day month. These are all 1st drafts.