My Molehill Poem by Rita Cerniglia
My Molehill
I have no ambition whatsoever
to make a mountain out of this
small stain
this drop of dirt
I have no architectural drive
to make a monument for tourists
driving past
my life
Such a small earth I live on
I see no reason to bring attention to it
for either applause
or ridicule
It is just a molehill, my molehill
nothing here to see, folks
please, move on.
I did.
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