by Eric Goldfarb
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| The Guardian, October 5, 2026 |
A tiny grain with teeth.
Yet too small
to cast a shadow.
Then a lung.
A room.
A locked door.
Someone says
nothing is confirmed.
No one moves.
Morning slips beneath the door
in one thin blade,
bright enough to touch every shoe.
For a moment,
that is enough.
We turn uncertainty
into innocence.
Eric Goldfarb's work has appeared in The New Verse News, Rattle, Hippocampus Magazine, ONE ART, Sky Island Journal, Third Wednesday, and elsewhere. He lives with his wife in Atlanta.
