Monday, May 18, 2020

If you lay still enough on the softest of ground, 
you can hear the tittle-tattle and whispers among trees. 
Listening for names and places, 
for ache and redemption.
Chortles grow loudly into roars. 

This piece was published in Issue 2 of Resolute Magazine.

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