In the Distant Quiet

In the distance, a small dog’s
high-pitch alarm, a striking of
cymbals, the darkness may never
be the same, rattled. The first
bird wakes early having heard
the little dog, its siren call. Now
a bird is chanting loudly in our
bedroom.

On the sailboat – no dogs, no birds.

How easily we fell silent.

How simple the moon.

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