Here is one example (complete) taken from
The Graveyard Mannequins: Prose Poems & Short Fiction:
The Garden of Tiny Delights
by
Don Broyles
In the garden of tiny delights, the world is perched upon the head of a pin. I imagine the city’s population circling the circumference of their world, days revolving into citrine shades of golden honey as they dance with childlike optimism and gaiety, bodies twirling with abandon, embroidered skirts flying high, smooth bare legs stepping to the very edge of their pinned world, finding happiness in the eternal green that surrounds them, enclosing them in warmth and comfort. I have often searched for this world, as I see my Mother’s red pincushion lying abandoned in her sewing room, left there the day she died, its decorative patterns holding onto a previous life. I hesitate to touch the leaning army of pins skewered across the half-moon fabric, wondering if my touch would destroy whole worlds. I long to communicate with their lives, these people who have all the days of peace spread out before them like the quilts my Mother made during the last years of her life. I imagine my Mother amongst them, singing and laughing as she dances, face upturned in a radiance of happiness. And I wonder, as my eyes seek to penetrate the aura of hope represented by that pincushion if, on a future day, they will have room for one more resident.
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