Micropoetry 4-12-2020

past and present
inside and out
we live in the thin film
that divides it all
this moment of silence
between her lips and mine

I cannot see
the rhythm of the sound
as the woodpeckers
tap tap tap
smooth in their
wood-time tunes

in another land
where prayers turn tangible
along the sightless path

the broken nest
lays fluttering on the grass
against the northern wind

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