Maya Angelou

Insignificant

A series of small, on their own insignificant, occurrences. Salt lost half its savor. Two yellow- striped bumblebees got lost in my hair. When I freed them they droned away into the afternoon. At the clinic the nurse's face was half pity and part pride. I was not glad for the news. Then I thought I heard you call, and I, running like water, headed for the railroad track. It was only the Baltimore and the Atchison, Topeka, and the Santa Fe. Small insignificancies.

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