‘SMALLEST LOVE’ 

By Jes Treff​

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When riding the bus today I saw

a woman

walking on the sidewalk,

carrying her child’s tiny, light

purple scooter.

She was too tall and her arms too short

for it to touch the ground

comfortably, so

every once in a while it jerked upwards and jumped,

like a small dog on a leash.

She had a lot of patience with it,

I think. I couldn’t see her face.