5

let me explain

 

I can hear
in your silence    leaves turn
branches crack    flood waters rush
cold air thud into warm

 

your sigh is
the screech of a red-tail hawk
your laugh is
the click of talons on soft rabbit neck

 

be careful of the loud words you speak
be careful into which ear you whisper

 

there is always a calm    and sandbags

 

listen
in hidden corners

 

there will always be a great horned owl

 

 

the red ceilings — august 2009

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