nothing is ever lost

Folder: 
Scrollworks

 

Not the thunder,  

but the pause between  

teaches me to listen.  

 

A sparrow’s wing  

writes its brief decree  

across the dusk—  

and I am numbered.  

 

If silence is inscription,  

let it be carved  

on the marrow of my days:  

that nothing wasted  

is ever lost.  

 
 
 
 
 
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