A Tiny Town
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This tiny town in early morning
gives me gaps in the sound
of the light taps of my footstep,
pauses that are rich silences.
Then I stand still -
stand still and listen without hearing,
listen to a vacuum,
a void of sound.
That silence is then pierced.
She has emitted the sweetest cry.
It is an early-morning voice.
This is a new day's birth.
(23 March 2022)
Copyright © Andrew John | Year Posted 2022
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