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We had every screen door creaking
every humming air conditioner
every cricket, night owl duet
Chorus to our ears,
in trees,
green clouds above
branches rose in perspective
chirping birds unseen, agreed
Lay still , you whispered
fingertip pressed to my lips, so we can listen.
Far off train echoes, rolling past us
Until they faded
Then you shut your eyes
so you could hear the darkness it left behind
each and every note.
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