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Wed Apr 07, 2021 11:35 pm
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Stringbean says...



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It was painted in the inky sky out my window,
dotted among the white pricks of starlight
like a code in the stillness,
in the silence,
in the cold,
and you signed it with a feather.
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Wed Apr 07, 2021 11:47 pm
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These maples are still bare,
just finding their tender red buds.
The youngest branches are helpless in the wind,
frail, jagged arms reaching up against a pale sky
the soft color of a blue jay's breast.

I hear black starlings cawing in the distance
like pallbearers.
These branches will look different when you come back...
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Thu Apr 08, 2021 8:58 pm
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It seems like the earth has grown quiet...
taken a day to wipe a cloth across the sky...
press river-dyes of green up like a sponge into the grasses
and teach the song-birds to give their lungs a rest.
Today, the shadows of phone poles are as natural as the trees'.
My mind is still
and listening.
  





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Thu Apr 08, 2021 9:55 pm
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This is silence I can sit in

anchored at the bottom

of this pool of cool darkness

that cascades down from heaven,

pouring
from the white flecks of hope

and silence
staring in beyond the surface

unbreakable.
  








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