i listened to him--
his words,
like clean pebbles,
tangible.
the roar of the thundersquall
subsided outside
and a quiet crept into room,
snuggling for warmth.
through a leak in the roof,
dripped rain water,
into a copper pot,
half full.
i listened to him--
his words,
like clean pebbles,
tangible.
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