In a family of large, myopic folk, Joe
Was small; he could see a pinhead
From a hundred feet away as well as
Things invisible to see. His shirtbuttons
Never loosened themselves; his pants
Prided themselves on their creases.
He was called sprossling -- little one --
Long after he was full grown. Lena,
His sister, thought him a changeling
But loved him no less for it. The day
That divided his life surprised him;
Who'd have thought his soul could cry out
Or that he had a heart that could break?
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