Understand…


Stop 

saying so much,

he said

and so…

i thought to find  a meadow

ripe with understanding,

let my words leak into a butter cup

share my bread with a sparrow

sip burgundy from a wild cherry tree

until sunlight melts me

into sunset’s hues 

you know,

i wonder if 

then

he will come  look  for 

me

his breath echoing  around rustlings in sparrows nests

each of us

so far from home 

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