Breeze
The breeze wraps around me, Passes me
Plays my ear like a instrument. A empty conch,
not brittle or fragile
Like glass howling and bouncing off the planes in my ear
White noise,
Moving across the country.
Making the stubble ochre grass rustle, leaves
Trees flexing
Where will you end up Who’s ear will you play in?
Posted Aug 13, 2022, 4:29 PM UTC · edited
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