poem submitted to "Tranquility" poetry contest, Constance La France, sponsor, October 2, 2026
A leaf lands sideways. The water rearranges its borrowed clouds. A crow lifts from the fence. Cloud shadows travel across the open field. Milkweed releases its white fleet. Meanwhile, below notice, below thought, below the names I give things, something in me remains still. Water carries a second evening, equally silent. And the silence asks nothing. By dusk, the first star appears. No message. No instruction~ only a brightness waiting where it was before I noticed.
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