Stasis

A static sky, no starlings, no bend

of light to break the cloudless

reach to outer space. Somewhere

a chorister must be remembering

a route to song, a philosopher

thinking the night into a nest.

Here a gardener listens intently

to that which cannot be seen

settling

 

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