Nothing Special
nothing special
boards paint
nails paste
paper string
mr artist
builds a world
not from atoms
but from remnants
forest of arden
from umbrella
ionian sea
from parkers quink
just as long as
his look is wise
just as long as
his hand is sure -
and presto the world -
hooks of flowers
on needles of grass
clouds of wire
drawn out by the wind
Zbigniew Herbert
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