IF there's time on Thursday, I'd appreciate group feedback on this one (slightly altered from original posting). Many thanks. - Nicole
Of All the
Hushings (2)
train-in-the-station
sigh of a kettle
when you lift
it from the burner;
compassion of
a ticking clock
for the newly
transplanted heart;
muted drip of
cowardice that pools
in the small
of your back;
inhalation of
a Venetian blind
at the start
of its day;
migration of
maple seeds
to the hem of
a new grave;
breeze, which
is the natural voice
of the
palmetto forest;
alpenglow of
a halogen bulb
in the
seconds before it sleeps;
torpor of
shedding things
relinquishing
their grip
Of all the
hushings,
I want to trust
most
in the
percolating starlight
in
us all.
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