Thursday, October 27, 2016

Something like silence

What is heard
right before the crack
of an acorn falling, & just
as the wind touches the leaves
in the trees, it assists
approaching twilight as the stars
seek to reach the sky,
it's tucked in w/ the dust bunnies
underneath your bed,
to call in dreams & say
what needs to be said.

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