another immobile evening
brightens and obscures
while we wander
the curious struggle as ever
overshadowing uninformed
dreams piercing the fog
a staccato confusion falling
like footsteps on the pavement
when did we first
glimpse a ripple
how to listen
so others may hear
where will it settle
all this when we are gone
and sleep long-anticipated
seizes and drifts to a standstill
(c) 2020 by Hannah Six
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