Return of sound

Return of sound

threadbare light of a prayer
bright as newborn fingers

slow sun
a buried balloon rising from the earth

quiet empty rooms
crack like embers

sheet of a song
slid under the door

the dream of a storm
quietly unlaces the sky

bird shadows breathe across
the grain of the wood

sea purrs
sucking darkness back

curtains fractured
sunlight tickles the seams

a froth of daises
spills over from the jam jar

hearts rusting
onto the windowsill

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