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Cruel is the silence after.
the love goes.
The nights when the
breeze

freezes and the frogs
lose their croak.

Silence like the stillness
  of a child's bare footed
  climb into our bed.

Midnight is the silence
     after the rain goes.

I touch the silence with
      my mind.  I map the
      road  to a

tomorrow I don't want,
never asked for.  

The place is quiet.
      There was a stop
       a ways back.

You left me by the Willow.
       I couldn't call your name

You left me by the sand dune.
       and when I looked back

you never saw me

again.


Caroline Shank
11.03.2024

When knowing
what to unlearn
is more important
than to learn

That which is accomplished
is less relished
than that which is nascent-
the flow of becoming
of blossoming
the yet -to- be
the ripening-

even love should wait patiently
for its consummating
look at the sky in dawn-breaking
its beauty is only the beginning-

be still, be calm, be gentle
my heart in longing
when you wake up in the morning
you'll find the greatest blessing