Small Words

In my mind, small words related
to the bits of Kleenex in my jean
pockets, or small change in the
small change pouch. Always there,
sometimes mistakenly washed,
or pulled out in restaurants –
tattered, dark lint adhered to
them. There for times of need;
Kleenex and small words, so that
when the world is once again
unalterably altered, I can stand,
staring, on the sidewalk and say, ‘oh’.