squeaky yellow buses

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I can’t hear the earths breathe today

The birds, I can hear

they shift their songs and sweep out their nests

seeds fall to the ground as

plants pack up in silence and retrieve from the sun

And I’m happy…here

Writing

About how, I’m happy here…writing

Choosing, this-

This spot in between, clear skies and colossal clouds

Where light makes a skeleton face, drifts, then quickly disappears

It sneaks behind an old oak tree and eaves drops on hurried hearts and squeaky yellow buses.

I can’t hear the earths breathe today

Much gratitude for taking time to read. Because of you, my words stay afloat. ❤ MB