and the candle flickers
a quick wobble of light
letting shadows pass unseen
slip silently into the night.
*
roman letters written
like footprints on white
a sandy trail of thought
dripping grain for grain
into that part
so conscious
before a salty wave of recognition
floods it all.
*
and in all this
the silence lifting
a tripping beat
tum-ti-tum
life’s relentless drum
beating beautifully
in the sheltered home
of a ‘me’, a ‘you’
together
here and there
us, all.
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