We had every screen door creaking
every humming air conditioner
every cricket and night owl duet.

Chorus to our ears, in far off woods or
backyard trees, up in
too high to climb branches

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 all of the stillness it left behind
each and every note.





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