Waiting For Reason

 

Waiting for our reasons,

Dead voices

make a noise like flapping.

Like paper.

No, it’s like a power supply hum.

Talking to themselves together.

Hushed voices crackle.

Whispering they whir

On and on the

Stories of the days of

Breath. And life leaves them

Wanting more.

Death is not enough for them,

They whisper in the leaves.

They make a noise like purring lions.

Like rustling leaves.

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About m.a. wood

writer, thinker, musician, teacher
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One Response to Waiting For Reason

  1. amabear says:

    “On and on the

    Stories of the days of

    Breath. ” — so cool. xoxo

    Like

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