Sunday Small Stone #27

the whistling you’ve learned to name plane,
the crunch you’ve learned to name car,
the breath & rustle you can see
is the wind—you can’t see—
impregnating blinds

_______________(you’ve left the windows open)

cannot override
strained chords & sharper laughs
that beat

_______________through external walls

plaster (white) and wood

I love writing small stones.

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