hearing the sound
of the feet
of the ant
pulling a crumb
of bread
on the floor
just right
below
my feet
and then
noticing
the feather
of the bird
you picked
yesterday
under the tree
while you
were walking
it has fallen
from your
table and
then it dropped
on the floor
beside the
red ant
you heard
the sound of
softness
and it was
very loud
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