through open windows
across the wind,
chattering, noisy sentinels of tall trees,
the room with the light dripping--
sneaking--
(soft as this morning's quilt)
lightening the walls
illuminating the bright air,
the room with silence
save for the tapping of keys--
all this, a noisy quiet
full of a world
of boundless words.
Come.
ahhh...what ambience. Love the feel of this whole piece, Jody.
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