Flute, Leaf and Drum
Sing quietly together
Electric Drill
And squeaking door
Snippets of words
Caught between
The Moments
When words
No longer matter
Laughter
Punctuates
Was the
Supposed to be
A comma here
A short stop
A flicker of inflection
Before the Tempo Change
Listen
As someone
Climbs the stair
Enthusiastic
In the moment
Rising
Then settling
Languidly
Into a prayer
Of Observation
A story
Will soon be told
Of how we brought
Ourselves Together
Of how we led
Each other
Home
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