and the soft lull of the world
falling like snow
A moment later the drift of hope
finds me along that old track
where a fox squatted
unknown, unseen
And now I know
who was watching me
because we are never
alonemy mother dropped in,
a flash of light in my peripheral eye
telling me that my footsteps
will fall where they should
and every word will catch
a breeze and move on to
the new mouths waiting to drink
the perfect notes
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