Saturday, July 31, 2021

Settled away from noise. 
We breathe in the hums of nature. 
The porch swing speaks 
to the breeze. 
The dirt, ready to bare greenery. 
In the distance train-tracks rattle. 
Gravel crushes and furrows 
beneath his work boots.
The lark’s song lifts us.
We lick the sunshine 
and swallow the night. 
Only room left for the day.
It soaks into our palms. 
Tomorrow the garden will sing 
and the hens will flap. 
And after that we will retire to slumber.

This poem was published in the "Hope During the Pandemic" issue of Ice Lolly Review.

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