February 9, 2017

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Audience

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There was a wood duck along the way.

Pond still.

 

A chorus of terns, black-hooded gulls

and one goldfinch in the bushes.

 

Eventually she left.

The audience was over and I was dismissed.

 

I always thought it was my dream, but was wrong.

I’m just here. Eyes, fingertips. Something exhaled.

 

One long breath; then drawn back home.