silence in the morning breaks
words offer no consolation
breeze ripples intertwine with
the reality of isolation...
foraging birds seeing nothing
offer nothing to change the
outcomes we so deserve,
squirrels tease the cats
who tease each other and
chase falling leaves that
disappear forever on the
darkened grassy ground...
sight hinders the vision of
hearing as sounds filter
through bushes and trees
like altar boys who try to
consume leftover wine
before being seen by the
elderly visiting priest...
back porches live in rural
America like the buried
memories of dead soldiers.
August 21, 2025
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