Parading

Still, I listen. I search

the feathery shapes of clouds
the feathery shapes of clouds
hoping to find the curve of a wing.
hoping to find the curve of a wing.
And sometimes, when the static
And sometimes, when the static
of the world clears for just a moment,
of the world clears for just a moment,
a small voice comes through, —Linda Pastan
a small voice comes through,
—Linda Pastan

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5 responses to “Still, I listen. I search”

  1. how in the hell did you find the perfect matching words without writing them yourself!? seeing this parading is like watching a movie.

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