… some of the best micropoetry from Twitter, kept alive in jars…

Out in the garden
the wind, suddenly
rushes into my hair
and makes a cosy nest,
where little breezes hatch


Six months,
doctors told you…
on the beach, we swirled,
we were i n f i n i t e
more than the blue
of the sea and the sky


Roof gone,
walls crumbling,
but in the hearth
there are wildflowers
shining in the sun


Suntanned and freckled
the girl, picking strawberries —
they don’t have them
this sweet and lovely
in heaven


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