These are Now the Places that Remind Me that I’m Home   Leave a comment

A place where brackish lakes and hanging moss are symbols

Not a breeze or water lapping or a songbird that is singing

And suddenly the silence broken by the katydids a-clickin’

A banquet longing to be digested by a deep and peace filled breath

Sated with an extra helping of the musty, moist filled air

The Spirit stirring overtaking

A pulse now slowed to rest

 

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