Among the drip and drop
the pitter and the patter
sounds of crickets and toads
talking to everyone and no one
I heard an unfamiliar ping
soft rain onto metal
I looked over and saw
the scrap heart
reeds and branched
hiding everything and hiding nothing
whispering
look over here!
look away!
I rowed off toward tomorrow
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Author:
Luke Bensing (
Offline) - Published: September 13th, 2025 15:46
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Comments1
The world is full of contradictions and paradoxes here they are voiced. Nicely penned
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