On the leeward side of a wall, in silence.
Sitting between what’s left unsaid, and dreads.
A virulent habit snuffed out, with a breath.
Sighing into acceptance of another’s belief.
Pausing to reflect, palming a pneumonic.
Wrist band snapped, a shoestring on a ladder.
Glow in the dark stars on light switches.
Beckoning aids to leave contentious rooms.
Turn ons and turn offs, words perceived.
Choosing to say less, if anything at all.
Gaps in moments with hungry ears peaked.
Questioning a question in a question, for days.
Letting it go, a slow tumble humbling yikes.
Boot on a fence post, the neighbors are home.
Ribbon under a rock, Sam is at the pond.
Familiarizing trauma, by a half a piece of pie.
A slow grow, avoiding shock by watering roots.
As a spiritual banknote aware dare fare.
The tiger sleeps.
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